Description
Most days Koiz feels like he isn’t enough. Most days he feels like he’s just barely scraping by. He’s really trying his best to live everyday as if it’s his last, but most days he really feels like it will be his last. His mental state is in a constant struggle, and he never talks about it to his friends as he doesn’t wish to burden them.
But when given the task to care for something, something so small, something with no will of its own unless properly taken care of, something he knew could die without his care, he didn’t everything in his power to make it grow. To give it a proper chance of life, even if he doubted his own life he lived.
His pot shows his emotions visibly. Slowly cracking and falling apart, but still lined with golden bindings to try and keep everything together for as long as possible. He often tries singing to the seedling, hoping it will help…..