Karen smiles, but her shadow’s been erased — two halves of a pendant, a route we can’t retrace. I’m matching — I’ll take the memory you forget, a heat haze promise that hasn’t happened yet.
The snake coils whispers in a language too old, August 15 loops like a scratched CD track. I’m matching — I’ll take the story left untold, you wear the ending where there’s no turning back. Karen Yuzuriha and I-m Matching- I-ll take the ...