Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Fluffy snowy things flew in from the sky. Small and white. How weak and weak. It seems to be disclosing my mood. No, I might vomit. What would be the difference between tragedy and comedy? Can you laugh or cry? Can I define it so cheaply? Could there be a funny tragedy, a crying comedy?

What a cotton candy the identity of the fluff was. When carried to the mouth with the palm, the flavour of the shark sticks to the mouth. It stimulates the taste and conveys information when it smells aromatic and incensed in the back of the brain. But is it okay to eat? Why would something like that come down in the first place?