I look through the glass and smile at the fish swimming so freely. I reach up to touch them, but knowing I never can. The world was so small now that humans had to live under the water. Yet the fish outside the glass live and
[Material] super nice painting eyes, it must be a master of the art of the eye, is a touch short burst, and a small figure very high energy, (zu ω `) ~ and the source would not be a fair level combat ah. Hand-drawn pencil sketch manuscript illustrator via
I'd like to imagine this is the ghost of the forest you've always hoped to meet. The one to light the way home if you're lost, or make you feel warm when you're cold, or give you a peaceful feeling when you're scared.