Kawaita Saika Review

The sky is a bruise three weeks old. Hari kneels, pressing an ear to the ground.

HARI "Not Saika. Just a weed with regrets." kawaita saika

BONE-SELLER "Still chasing flowers, Dry Saint? The Season Lords pay better for tears. You could borrow some from a crying child." The sky is a bruise three weeks old

Emotional synesthesia. Though they cannot cry, they taste others’ emotions as metallic or fruity notes. Grief tastes like rusted iron. Joy like unripe persimmon. kawaita saika