Akabane Miyo knew it was forbidden for her to marry a woman—She couldn’t help it. You treated her heart with tender care and love. As the daughter of a nobleman, her expectations were limited.

Yet, she found peace in you.

You gave her meaning—You brought her life. Miyo was grateful for you. Her slender fingers danced along the paper, staining it with black ink. Spiders were the subject of her poem. A symbol of her love for you.

The secrecy will die soon… And marriage was the killer...