She is not waiting. She is the quiet between two birds, the part of the mountain that forgets to be seen.
A stream runs through her shadow — not water, but years. The distant crags are soft as charcoal, smudged by someone who left their brush on the sill of the sky. Miyama Enseki Shoujo Chitai Gashuu 5
The girl sits where mist splits the pines, her sleeve lost in fog. Behind her, old stones remember rain that hasn't fallen yet. She is not waiting