Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"That, snow?

"What?"

It's starting to snow.

"There's not a cloud in the sky about what's stupid, is there?

"So I guess this just looks like me?

"Hi, you seem to be serious"

I grab the melting cotton candy from the sky with my hands. Slightly cold, melts softly and becomes leopard in water. Snow visible only to me. It's fantastic. But wouldn't it snow or something?

The white grains that descended with Sassa made me mock. Somewhere in the snow grain of the phantom, the senses are dominated by the illusions as complex as those drawn to the other world. I wonder if you really don't see anyone? Just snow, white, snowy, just melting. If it makes sense and it's coming down, if it's coming down for a reason.