When the last guest left and the city settled into its neon-lit slumber, Aoi stood on her small balcony. The date, 08-13, was nearly over. She wasn't a celebrity or a hero, but in the small world she had cultivated, she was essential. She was one of ten, unique and irreplaceable, a single point of light in a vast, dark sky.
When the last guest left and the city settled into its neon-lit slumber, Aoi stood on her small balcony. The date, 08-13, was nearly over. She wasn't a celebrity or a hero, but in the small world she had cultivated, she was essential. She was one of ten, unique and irreplaceable, a single point of light in a vast, dark sky.