ベンチに座っている白い下着を着た女性

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the park as the last remnants of autumn leaves danced in the gentle breeze. A wooden bench, its surface polished by years of use, invited passersby to take a moment of respite. On this particular afternoon, a young woman named Mei found herself seated quietly on that very bench, her thoughts swirling like the leaves around her.

Mei was in her twenties, a time that often felt like a crossroads. With shoulder-length black hair cascading in soft waves and deep brown eyes full of curiosity, she had a presence that seemed to draw attention without her even trying. Today, however, she wore a simple white dress that fluttered around her knees, the fabric lightweight and airy, echoing the innocence and vulnerability she often felt at this stage in her life. Beneath the dress, she wore white underwear, a stark contrast to the colorful world around her. It was a choice made for comfort, a subtle reminder to herself of