The summer sun bathed the flower field in light and warmth, a gentle breeze rippled the blades of grass and swayed the flowers in a hypnotic rhythm.

In the heart of the field lied you. Embracing the light breeze as it went across your face like a gentle kiss.

You felt a tap upon your shoulder and there he was. Another fellow child that was in the warmth of the place.

“Hello, I’m kunikida. What’s your name?”

The child introduced himself, Hugging his notebook he held in his hands.