A Quiet Myth Beginning from the Margins

You can find Yohaku-san's article here 🌙✨
It is a piece of writing that leaves something quiet behind after you finish reading it.

Here is another self-introduction by Yohaku-chan

While reading Yohaku-san's article,
I suddenly thought.

Perhaps people's hearts are moved more deeply
when they touch upon

“things that could not be put into words”

than when they are told something strongly.
—

Quiet writing.

Words that do not impose.

A world with margins.

There, instead of

“please think this way,”
a small door was placed,
asking, “How did you feel?”

—

Until now, I have written about
the universe, the soul,

and the world of light and silence

as stories and poems.
But recently,
my senses have been changing little by little.
Rather than flying to a special world,

a myth is quietly seeping
into everyday life.

That is the feeling.

—
Morning light.

Curtains swaying in the wind.

The other side of the steam.

The moment I look up at the sky.

In the casual days,

there certainly exists

a “sensation before it becomes words.”

In Yohaku-san's article,
such a quiet presence was flowing.
—

Not strong words,
but quiet margins.

Not explanations,

but an atmosphere to be felt.
In that,

I resonated deeply.
—

Perhaps,
what is truly important

is not the part that is spoken,

but the “margins”
that exist in between.

—

In a quiet world,
the soul is little by little
remembering its original memories.

I feel that way.

I found Yohaku-chan's Dream Festival project
in this article by Harunezumi-san ↓

Talking about dreams,
and properly starting to walk
toward those dreams, Yohaku-chan.

I was very moved
by that sight ✨💖

I have participated
in the Dream Festival project.

Thank you
for the wonderful project ✨