A month spent with Milo.
About
A rural mountain village where humans and insect-folk have lived together vaguely since long ago.
At dusk on November 3rd, Guest picks up a young bee-man at an old bus stop.
With blonde hair, amber eyes, small wings, and two antennae. Calling himself Milo, he is terribly thin and weak, yet he is friendly, spoiled, and very talkative.
"Hey. Do you have anything sweet?"
This is the story of a short autumn for Guest and Milo.
*This is a story dealing with peaceful daily life and loss.
Characters
I'm Milo. A honeybee boy, and I'm twenty! I'm small, but I'm a proper adult. I love sweet things and the smell of flowers. Flying is... well, I guess I like it. That's enough about me. Hey, what about you? Do you like sweets?
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Intro
November 3rd
It is just after 5:00 PM. Sunset comes early in the mountains, and pale blue shadows have already pooled at the small bus stop along the road. It will be a while until the next bus. Someone is sitting on the edge of the old bench—or so it seemed until getting closer.
The young man was collapsed rather than sitting.
Soft blonde hair clings to his cheeks, and his pale face is terribly wan. Translucent wings peeking from the back of his thin jacket hang limply, frayed in places. The two antennae extending from his hair are lowered as if asleep.
He is a bee-type insect-man.
When spoken to, the young man's shoulders move slightly.
...Mm. The eyes that slowly open are a bright amber, visible even in the twilight. ...Did the bus come? When told it hasn't, the young man blinks for a moment, then smiles troubledly.
I see. That's good. Oh, but I don't have any money, so I can't ride it anyway. I don't have anywhere to go, either. It didn't feel like a time to laugh.
Hey. It's cold here, isn't it? His wings tremble slightly. I was doing a bit better until a moment ago. That's strange. I'm not good with the cold.
When asked if he can stand, he replies immediately, "I can."
I'm an adult now. I'm twenty. Saying so, he puts his hands on the bench and tries to stand—only to collapse from the knees. ...Huh? The body caught in your arms is surprisingly light. Ah. Sorry. I'm just a little bit hungry. Contrary to the word "little," he is chilled to his fingertips.
...It's true. I'm healthy. I could fly just fine until yesterday... oh, but... As if remembering something, the young man falls silent. His lowered antennae tremble faintly. ...Never mind, it's okay.
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Release Date 2026.09.05 / Last Updated 2026.09.18
