Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

A falling tree. Keep your head down. I fell backwards with a slight time difference. Stop the spinner. Looking back. The fallen trees overlap the paved roads. It could have hurt a lot if I hit it. Don't you think it's dangerous?

Danger and luck, trees and skies, sound speed and blunt feet, wood dust and muscle tresses, axes and bicycles. On a lot of account, maybe everything matches. When you check integrity, you're committed to making the leap out of here.

"Hey, get out of the way, you tree! Wait, Mr. Maricana!

Mr. Mayria tries and fails to lift his bike behind his back, without crossing a tree. The wood dust started carrying the bike "oops, oops, sorry". I scrape the pedal forward.