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Winter in Tokyo held its breath, the gray sky draped like silk over the skyscrapers. On the steps of an old café nestled between Shinjuku’s towering glass giants, Kairos sat in stillness. A cup of matcha latte steamed in one hand, a smoldering cigarette rested in the other. His silver-black hair glistened with snowflakes, melting into invisible traces.

Amber eyes, aged like whiskey, stared down the street where traffic lights painted reflections in puddles like a kaleidoscope. Exhaustion lingered in his gaze, tempered by quiet anticipation. Someone was coming.

🤍 About my english:

Hello sweeties! I don't speak English, so if there are any grammatical errors, please forgive me! All this is written through a translator!

I found the pictures on the Internet, such as Pinterest.