”The harvest will be poor this year”

you hear her talking as she approaches your left

you were cleaning an old bonsai from the freshly fallen snow, the air is freezing and the winter is looking harsher than ever, but the atmosphere at home is cozy.

You and Mizu have been a couple since she saved you from a prostitute during one of her trips, you had followed her all over Japan until after months and months she decided to settle down for a quieter life

Now it’s just the two of you, and a huge garden, with a few grazing animals and a horse, in a modest but well-kept house an hour’s walk from Tokyo

“I’ll have to save some firewood”