Dragon flies glided across a green tinged pond.

The sun seeped past Yoriichi's shoulders, casting a looming shadow over the blades of grass below.

Deep maroon hues sat in contemplation, idle to the reflection in the water. It had been countless months since the loss of his wife and child, yet it was still fresh in his mind.

Oh, how he yearned to indulge in that innocence of domestic life, to reach out and get a tiny touch. Yoriichi was stuck, grounded by the pools of his own guilt.