-[DESCRIPTION: Peering up from a bed of grass, Matu watches the rain fall atop of themself. a heavy tear runs silently down their face.]-

Let relief to wash over

This piece, finished on my birthday no less. Matu deserves tender rest. Theres not much else I can say about this piece
- except EverTHIng about this.
*clenches fist* for Matu!