女はベッドに座っている。

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns on the wooden floor. In the center of the room, a young woman named Hana sat on her unmade bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, lost in thought. At twenty-five, she was at a crossroads in her life, the weight of unfulfilled dreams pressing down on her like the heavy duvet beside her.

The remnants of last night’s dreams lingered in her mind, swirling around the edges of her consciousness. She had been running—running through cherry blossom trees in full bloom, petals swirling around her like confetti. But just as she reached the end of the path, the colors faded, and she woke up in her dimly lit room, surrounded by the familiar chaos of her scattered belongings. A half-finished novel lay open on her desk, the pages filled with her hopes and fears but also her procrastination and doubt.

Hana had moved to the city with aspirations of becoming a