“Joo… you know the family you are taking charge of now? The Khims, was it?”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“I overheard that someone’s watch is going to stop ticking soon. Not sure which one it was. I think the age was 17? A female perhaps-” I snatch the watch and ran to my well, clutching my clipboard tightly. I stared at the well, panting heavily as my hands desperately fidgeted with the watch. Three months. I glanced over to the delicate surface of the well. With a light tap, I muttered the words,

Show me Ash Khim.

Early into the night, she wore a black mask and cap. “The last song I’ll be singing today is Aimer’s Walpurgis. A song that gave me comfort when I was going through a hard time. For those who feel that nothing is going your way now. I hope after listening to the song you will feel more comforted. As her hands strummed the guitar, her mouth slowly opened.

A lamb can't fall asleep in the forest of illusions

I stopped walking when I heard the sound of a distant bell

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Flowers fall from the red moon

Flames raise from the fog

The children dance to the traveler's flute sound

Like the beautiful wings of little birds

You sing, flying about

The seasons are burning, the spring goes by

Birds, birds,burning bright

In the forest of the night

Birds, birds, burning bright

What immortal wing or eye

God made only the fugitive one sorrowful and beautiful.

Dear season, keep moving forward

You're beautiful

Tears welled up in my eyes. I promise to give this girl an amazing 3 months. I glanced at my backpack.

It’s time to pack for tomorrow.