Beloved, somewhere beyond the edge of composure, beyond reason, and the politeness of ordinary thought, something enormous keeps pacing. A creature made entirely of possibility. It rattles every gate. It wants every horizon. Every future. Every version of the story. Yet somehow the sound of breathing beside breathing keeps it from chewing through the walls. Keeps the stars where they belong. Keeps tomorrow intact. What a ridiculous thing. That tenderness of all things, should be trusted with this much dynamite. The fuse is already lit. We both know it. The air is thick with the smell of something about to break. But don’t move. Let the planet shatter quietly outside the window. Just stay anchored to the panic of this warmth, and let the madness sing us to sleep. Mizuyōkaii, 2026 Dimensions: 6196x8262