사랑, 그저 허울 좋은 외로움

A blue light blooms on the ceiling. Beneath the word *seen*, three dots appear, then vanish. Appear, then vanish. What words are you choosing? Did you choose, then give up? Does the same light bloom on your ceiling too? From here to there, one small light connects us— and everything between is dark. I wait for those three dots to become a sentence, then turn the screen face down. The room goes a shade darker. The blue light cools alone on the blanket. ポチの森 pochinomori arranged & produced by pochinomori AI-supported composition, human-led creative control and editing. Ⓒ ポチの森 pochinomori. All rights reserved. #piano #ambientpiano #readingmusic