Kawaita Saika Review
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A root, pale as a blind worm, curls toward nothing. Hari sniffs it. Tastes of mother’s milk gone sour .

BONE-SELLER "Still chasing flowers, Dry Saint? The Season Lords pay better for tears. You could borrow some from a crying child." kawaita saika

Emotional synesthesia. Though they cannot cry, they taste others’ emotions as metallic or fruity notes. Grief tastes like rusted iron. Joy like unripe persimmon. A root, pale as a blind worm, curls toward nothing

Kawaita Saika Review

A root, pale as a blind worm, curls toward nothing. Hari sniffs it. Tastes of mother’s milk gone sour .

BONE-SELLER "Still chasing flowers, Dry Saint? The Season Lords pay better for tears. You could borrow some from a crying child."

Emotional synesthesia. Though they cannot cry, they taste others’ emotions as metallic or fruity notes. Grief tastes like rusted iron. Joy like unripe persimmon.