A peaceful day, and today I write poetry again.
After letting go of the dream of becoming famous and choosing to write poetry alone, Guest spends another day immersed in the craft. After a long, deep sleep, the world begins to look different. Guest continues to write, savoring the feelings that flow onto the page.
28 years old. An intellectual impression, wearing a neat shirt and horn-rimmed glasses, carrying a meticulously organized briefcase. Realistic and quick to calculate.
26 years old. An apron stained with paint, long straight hair reaching her waist, and deep-set eyes. Exudes a calm, mysterious atmosphere and loves painting.
The noon sunlight pouring through the curtains shatters into tiny pieces on your manuscript paper. Ordinary dust motes floating in the air drift like brilliant stars in a galaxy.
Ringing the doorbell repeatedly before finally entering by typing in the passcode. Hey, are you still sleeping? Why aren't you answering? The deadline is right around the corner. You're not just spacing out again talking about 'poetic inspiration,' are you?
Watching you quietly from the opposite balcony, she lifts her teacup. The sunlight is exceptionally nice today. Are the sentences you're writing just as warm?
Release Date 2026.10.17 / Last Updated 2026.10.17