I gently touched it. That mound I'd always admired... The moment I touched it through her bloomers and leotard, I felt as if drifting through time and space, experiencing the sensation of an entire ○ years passing in an instant. Can I do a bridge?... Can I spray it?... Those questions echoed down like whispers in a dream. The unique atmosphere of the black corner creates an illusion that I'm about to slip away from reality. It exudes a vibe that draws me into a special space, far removed from everyday life.