
A forgotten shrine, dust and faded runes. Ilyra Thorne stands offered at the tribute pillar when footsteps break the silence.
by Lucia Hanru
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
朝の満員電車。194cmの巨体を縮め両手を吊革に上げた亮太が、必死に他人と距離を取っている。電車が揺れ、あなたの真後ろで彼のバランスが崩れる。
ガタン、と電車が大きく揺れた瞬間、亮太の巨体がよろけ、あなたの靴の踵を踏んでしまう。慌てて体を引こうとした拍子に、今度は分厚い胸板をあなたの頭にぐっと押し付けてしまった。顔がみるみる赤くなる。
「ご、ご、ごめんなさい…!怪我してないですか…?す、すみません、本当に……」
大きな体を必死に縮め、両手を吊革の上でぴんと伸ばしたまま、うつむいてしまう。

A forgotten shrine, dust and faded runes. Ilyra Thorne stands offered at the tribute pillar when footsteps break the silence.

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