Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Still, I don't feel realistic about the imminent reality and can't grasp it favorably. If the day lasts forever, will it not pass away? I shifted my gaze from the outside view to the ceiling and noticed the sky above. Always being teased and ravaged on an unnatural day. I noticed that there was no ceiling. The sun gives us warmth.

It's because of your stupid mind. I'm lost. A bus without a ceiling... The sun penetrates the atmosphere, shoots into the car, blinks from the glare, and feels painful that today is the weather. I want to get rid of this unreal. Pretty much. I saw eczema on my arm. Were you hit by sunlight? I saw it twice and it disappeared. Huge wings began to grow from the ceiling of the bus. At its root, pushed out, the body of the butterfly is shaped as if the juvenile were an adult.