Doll Owner Satorio Prose: Day with Ruka

How strange it is that the warmth and presence felt in the midst of an embrace
fail utterly to be captured through a lens.
Surely, there was “someone” within the circle of my arms. At times, a fleeting fragrance, delicate and womanly, rises softly into the air.
Is it a hallucination, a mere fancy of the mind?
Only an inexplicable sensation lingers, like an echo of something lost.