女はベッドに立っている。

In a dimly lit apartment on the outskirts of Tokyo, Aiko stood atop her unmade bed, her bare feet gripping the soft cotton sheets. The early morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, illuminating the scattered remnants of last night’s activities—a half-empty cup of instant ramen, a stack of art supplies, and a crumpled sketchbook filled with half-finished drawings.

Aiko had always been a dreamer, her imagination often spiraling into vibrant worlds that existed only in her mind. But lately, the weight of reality had settled heavily on her shoulders. At twenty-four, she was still trying to find her place in a society that seemed to demand certainty and success. With her degree in Fine Arts from a prestigious university, she should have felt accomplished, yet she found herself working part-time at a local café, her true passion for art stifled by the mundane routine of life.

As she balanced on the edge of her bed, she