ISLAMD LINE

Airnote  ·  Kanna  ·  Jul 19, 2025

While you'd gone quiet for a while, you'd been drawing — dozens of sketches of the view. A train, running quietly through the deep water. And on its side, a name, painted right there.

ISLAMD LINE.

Neither of us noticed at first — just a faint, nagging feeling that something was off. It took a while before we both caught it, together.

Just one letter, out of place. But by then, we could only laugh about it.

It doesn't have to be perfect. Even this slightly crooked name is ours now — only ours.

Whenever we show it to someone, someday, I think we'll just say:

This one's our secret.