Synopsis

The hum was a constant companion, a low thrumming beneath the floorboards that spoke of unseen currents and controlled temperatures. It was the sound of modernity, of comfort, of a world meticulously shielded from the elements. Yet, for Ichiko and Cinnamon, it represented something else entirely – a desperate, familiar ritual. They sought solace not in the gentle caress of a breeze or the warmth of the sun, but in the precise manipulation of air and climate. It was the only way they knew how to