Over a couple of weeks Mu got used to the sweet offerings left by an unknown soul. Always one flower and a simple gift, discreet enough to hide the author’s identity but with the right amount of thoughtfulness to make him remember every single one.

Dawns had their magic, and Mu was fond of them. He was eager to answer, but letters felt too distant and poems were too short.One day he woke up a little bit earlier with the innocent purpose of catching this mysterious person. It didn’t take much time until the author got spooked by Mu.