One Tuesday, a letter arrived. Not an email. Not a text. A cream-colored envelope with his full name in shaky handwriting.
He did not call. He did not pack.
But that night, as he lay in bed, he dreamed of a woman with autumn-fire hair. She was walking away, into a field of impossible flowers. She did not turn around. But her shadow, long and gentle, stretched back to touch his sleeping hand. -Toguchi Masaya- Wotome Haha Ch. 1-2