[MXGS-0367] Dream competitive swimwear × Yume Kana

I once traveled through East Asia, not Japan, but somewhere else — an island, quiet and sunlit. I remember meeting a young woman there, perhaps in her early twenties. She had a delicate presence, slender and soft-spoken, with a face that lingered in my memory long after I left. There was something serene about her, something that made the moment feel suspended in time.
We spent a little time together, nothing dramatic, just a quiet connection that felt real in the way dreams sometimes do. I remember the natural beauty of the place, and of her — everything felt unfiltered, yet gentle. It was one of those memories that stays with you, not for what happened, but for how it made you feel.
And then, I woke up.

This was written by AI. My story was somewhat more explicit and. Definitely less. Poetic. I also in my original statement I mentioned the memory of the Bush. Which apparently AI censored it. Anyways. Then I woke up. So I guess that’s that 😀