ベッドの上の白いカラスの女

In a small, dimly lit apartment on the outskirts of the city, Mei woke to the gentle sound of rain tapping against her window. The world outside was cloaked in a gray haze, and as she turned over in bed, she noticed the stark contrast of her white duvet against the dark, wooden floor. It was an ordinary morning, yet there was something different in the air, a whisper of magic that seemed to linger just out of reach.

Mei was in her late twenties, a graphic designer by profession, but an artist at heart. Her dreams were often colored in vibrant hues, and her imagination ran wild with fantastical creatures and surreal landscapes. Yet, in the waking world, she felt trapped in a mundane routine. Each day blurred into the next, and the vibrant colors of her art seemed to fade into the grayscale of her life.

As she sat up, the soft shadows danced around her like the memories of a forgotten dream. That’s when she noticed it—a white crow