Komorebi 木漏れ日 - sunlight filtering through the trees I remember the sunlight hitting my face as I walk through the last remaining green lungs of our city. I put my palm on the back of my father; my memories overlapping. I cried for no reason. I woke up. Will I ever experience that feeling again? Midjourney, Photoshop, and CAD 2440x1450px -wren