Description
Tojuro Rengoku keep having the same weird dream of hiking a snowy mountain and the gentle peaceful voice of a girl behind him. Everything was so beautiful and sad at the same time. But gradually things becoming even weirder when he keeps dreaming whether he's asleep or awake. The freezing cold hands which unexpectedly always so gentle with her touch, her crispy clear voice despite the harsh blizzard around them, or the vivid velvety red color nevertheless their white surrounding... the dream felt so real yet foreign. But even so, the more he suppressed this feeling, the more he feels longing for whatever reason it has. After all, it might be not really a dream after all. *The book cover is by me, if you're interested on commissioning a book cover or illustration, just DM me right away! Thanks
1 | Huh, maybe it wasn't a dream afterall
