[kamihikoki_mmd] Work

The User watched the monitor in his darkened room. On screen, the teal-haired girl looked hauntingly real, despite being obviously CGI. The song looped in the background—a piano melody, repetitive and sad, the kind of track that makes you ache for a summer you never actually lived through.

It was a metaphor the User was crafting. A story about the things we create and the things we have to let go of. He was directing a movie where the ending was always the same: separation. [kamihikoki_mmd]

And again.