Bokelskere.no

"Quiet, peaceful and lonely," I said aloud to myself. On Sundays, I didn't wind my spring.

Naoko stayed frozen in one place, like a small nocturnal animal that has been lured out by the moonlight. The direction of the glow exaggerated the silhouette of her lips. Seeming utterly fragile and vulnerable, the silhouette pulsed almost imperceptibly with the beating of her heart or the motions of her inner heart, as if she were whispering soundless words to the darkness.