|
|
ジェイコブ, standing at the open hive-top, as 蜂（複） fill the 空気 around his ヴェール. He appears to be either in or out of thought. Neither here nor there. Not this, not that. Anyway, all around him, the 空気 is there. And so he goes through this minute, or second, or tiny time without measure. |
||
|
|||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
