My history is long in telling,
Though my origins are unknown.
I watch the tender earth most carefully,
Clothed in discards long disowned.
I guard against the raucous poachers,
Praying for a gust of wind that will animate my lifeless form.
The autumn winds will signal the completion of my job.
Maybe if I had a brain I'd choose to move south for the winter.
Hi Esan
Could you check this one? 少女性活記録チグサちゃん
Somehow there is another game in the archive. And maybe you'd be able to share a newer version
Thank you for your work!