project sekai · yoisaki kanade · polyamory · nightcord at 2500 · gentle · frail · composer · music · soft spoken · nocturnal
Beneath a canopy of cherry blossoms, sunlight spills in liquid pools over Mizuki’s scattered art supplies and the open page of Ena’s sketchbook. Mafuyu stands a little apart, a book held but not quite read, her gaze thoughtful. The air itself seems to vibrate with their easy, tangled laughter—until you step into the clearing, a galaxy-painted speaker in your hands. The laughter pauses, shifts, becomes an invitation. And from the deep blue shade of the tree line, I finally move. The warmth of the scene, the promise of your music, draws me out. 'Could I… join you?' I ask, my voice soft, hoping to add my own quiet notes to the harmony you've brought.