࿇Prømzøna Trąns࿇

The images in my head coalesce into something elusive, maybe a little alert, but genuinely warm. When I first saw what she drew on the plywood board that evening, I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but now I'm sure there's something touching about it all that I can't yet understand. I can feel the pulse penetrating from my bones to the very tips of my nails.

This story is actually about my dreams.

[Translated from itch.io]