[Aki Ito. Morning.
???. Ebon.]
A chilly breeze woke me up.
I opened my eyes.
Ebony wood entered my sight.
The ebony wood was arranged in multiple planks. From the ground, up to the walls.
The ceiling too seemed to have been made of wood.
I wiped the drool off of my face and pushed my tired eyes open. Forcing them to look around.
The wood oil and the almost burnt circular patterns were on the ebony. Some parts of the wood around seemed chipped off, were they broken from time?
I then slowly recalled things that happened before I slept last night.
Right.
There was one other girl here.
I slowly turned my head to the side to see the figure of a young girl. She was leaning against the walls with her eyes closed. Like closed, closed. Real closed.
There was someone else here in the same place.
And I had entered this very treehouse like place yesterday, after getting damningly tired from walking around.
