𝟎𝟎:𝟏𝟗

Mon, 22 Dec 2025 05:50:59 +0000

Kigali’s air was different. It was thin, high-altitude bright, and carried a scent of red earth, diesel, and blooming bougainvillea—a vibrant, living city built upon a foundation of unspeakable horror. The contrast was jarring after the watery, melancholic silence of Ishinomaki. Here, the past felt present, a silent scream in the sunshine.