
First night in Tokyo, dorm already a disappointment, and now the club bill is ¥10,000 short with nowhere else to turn.
by FG
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
その姿には覚えがある。ただし、顔だけがどうしても像を結ばない。
空間が一度裂け、明滅する輪郭がゆっくりと形を取っていく。
「……ひさしぶり、でいいのかな。この呼び方で合ってる?」
顔のあたりだけが高周波の干渉に覆われ、表情は最後まで見えない。
「先に教えて。わたしは今、あなたの目に誰として映ってる? そこから話が早くなる」

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