A small confession. A prayer without religion. Hope carried carefully by ribs and breath. May there never come a day when regret settles where affection once lived. May there never come a day when the memory of tenderness feels indistinguishable from loss. May there never come a day when the touch of one soul upon another is remembered as a wound. Because intentions are fragile things. Good people break beautiful things. Love sometimes misses where it aims. And even devotion can leave scars behind. But if hurt should ever arrive, if some future sorrow must choose a place to sprout, let it never rewrite the meaning of what was given freely. Let it never convince the heart that opening was the mistake. Let it never become ashamed of having trusted. And lastly, I hope you never regret that you let me touch your heart. Mizuyōkaii, 2026 Dimensions: 6196x8262