free space

Is this reality, or is it beyond “Cedar Trees”?

In a space without limits,
I jump, walk, and sing freely…

But in this vast, endless place,
being alone is still lonely,
so if only we could all hold hands.



Inspired by the ideal I’ve even dreamed of—that “if I went to space, I’d want to run around freely!”—I drew this with the hope that “though the day will come when everyone goes beyond the cypress trees, I hope you’ll jot down a page of those precious days leading up to that moment in this notebook.”