ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ the first winter snow seemed to fall tonight. ㅤ ㅤ words that don't align ㅤ with actions is a lie. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ° in which, merely the color of purity filled every corner of her sight, yet the crimson red that runs across the meadow had long tainted the canvas. ㅤ it was more than just a dream. ㅤ ㅤ winter snow 、 oikawa tōru × oc updates: slow book cover: @hamochji kiiromi © 2023