01|Ukyo Saionji

Today has been a busy day.
Machines whirr, hammers clang, and people chatter and laugh.

As the night approaches, you decide to stroll to the riverbank, to take a moment for yourself. These technological advancements are nice and all, but you'll never have a chance to enjoy nature when the world becomes fully urbanised again.

As you walk through the forest and the sound of the rush of water grows ever clearer, you pick up the pace, eager to relish the tranquility of the river.

But it's when you hear faint gasping when you stop dead in your tracks.
You whip your head around to find the source of the noise, when you spot a familiar yellow cap and a head of white hair through the darkness. He's curled up in a ball on the grass, his hands pressed tightly to his ears, his fingers are trembling.

It doesn't take long to realise what's been going on. You yourself have been overwhelmed after today. You can't imagine how much worse it must've been for someone with supersensitive hearing

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