Peaches and Spiced AppleIf Yumemi could paint a picture of the Heavenly world, it'd never work. The colours would either be too vibrant to capture its simplicity, or too dull to picture it's exotic and wondrous beauty. The shades would be of uncertainty, with small flicks of guesses. And it didn't deserve those kinds of art. This world, this other home, was everything and nothing like she had imagined in her girlish fantasies.
Whilst most little girls dreamed of ponies and faeries and princesses and happy endings, Yumemi was very different. Every single time her emerald eyes caught sight of those islands in the sky, even hidden by wisps of grey cloud or through her