Tonight, somewhere in Tokyo,
a child is lying on a floor.
Yesterday, in Tokyo, a girl was found.
Her lips were blue. She had swallowed too many pills.
She survived.
Others do not.
In January 2027, I will move to Tokyo.
But after what I heard yesterday,
January 2027 is too late.
What is given today moves this week.
Directly into the hands of trusted people working with these children in Tokyo, Kabukicho, and Fukuoka.
The long-term Creative Sanctuary is still being built.
Today's help and tomorrow's place are one and the same movement.
Give
From ¥2,000 — a song written only for you.
Share your name and one sentence about yourself.
Sealtiel will compose a song just for you.
Promise of Transparency
Every month, a short public report.
How much was given. Where it went.
No names, no faces, no stories of the children.
What must be protected is what remains unspoken.