-v1.0.2.13- -chikuatta- | Nurtale Nesche

She looked at the copper grass. She looked at the man who was not her son. She looked at the beautiful, terrible bird that was not a bird but a trap.

The voice was wrong. It was her son’s voice, but not his childhood pitch. It was deeper. A man’s voice. NurTale Nesche -v1.0.2.13- -Chikuatta-

The Chikuatta’s spiral tightened with pleasure. She looked at the copper grass