Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Wrapped in metal, dazzled by the gloss, and sitting in a chair waiting for a gap with the feeling of straw. I leaned my neck on the essence of what can't go on forever today, and I can't say that a day that doesn't go forward is a day when my actions aren't falling. Even if you don't live in the world and age... The bus stopped suddenly and my body danced in the air. The seat belt that was wrapped around me made it go away. A mighty foe. Is there no dust in this world? If it had been formed seamlessly, there would have been no harm done.

There were three tin trees lined up at the top of the seat in front of me. What is it? I'm scratching my neck and looking at me like I'm saying something. One of the middle wings started to lift the right wing toward me. The tin squeaks.