summer rain. in inazuma, it rains often, but the rain is met with the waxy, soft glow of the setting sun. summer is coming, and although i stand in the rain now, i feel it palpitating, showing itself in small bursts, preparing the world for its wrath.
the summer last was the summer i lost myself. i almost became human. i felt a human. i lived a human, i invented myself as human although i existed a puppet. now life is dreary without the bustle of human chatter and feeling. numbness - from my fingers, in my face, and in my heart. now the rain starts to pour. it will be a rainy summer in inazuma.
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nausea
Poetrythe notes of a lost wanderer. a sort of diary of scaramouche's feelings after the loss of losing himself and his friends time after time, realising he is amongst humans and gods of which he will never be, realising the arbitrary nature of his exi...
