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I know my description may sound stupid but please help me, someone! This has been playing in my head for months now and I just can't find the song.

It's one of those lo-fi songs on YouTube with intense calmness value, it starts with a girl saying konichiwa, there's a sax melody, a voiceover is also there while the music is going on. It's a lovely song and I really wanna find it again, reddit gods please help!

Just when it is indeed the perfect timing for you to get your girl in the room and enjoy the soothing rain and some music

Math be like: daddy?

Hey guys! Looking for someone to animate a loop of my character in the same style as the famous lo-fi hip hop girl. I'm going to be creating a 24/7 "fantasy" radio station and would like the animation to go with it.

Honestly, don't really know how to price animation so hopefully $125 is ok!

Bargain Bin Superheroes

(Arc -1, Interlude 3: Connor)

(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)

If you stare into the lo-fi girl, the lo-fi girl stares back at you. Not because she's a creep or anything, mind you—if anything, it was the thousands of constantly-watching students who were the stalkers here. No, Starr grabbed for every fragment of the outside world that she could for one simple reason.

Starr was lonely.

She could only look out of the corner of her eye—she was only allowed minor deviations from her eternal dance, and even those were punished. But between turns of the page of her endless notebook, she caught glimpses of the people on the other side of the screen.

Twin siblings in middle school relaxing on a bed.

Page 9,984.

A college student assembling a human-sized pulley system.

Page 9,985.

Two boys sharing a kiss, their schoolwork forgotten.

Page 9,986.

Starr had to shake things up a bit, every now and then, or else she'd go insane. She'd learned a month back that although she could never stop filling up the damn notebook, she was allowed some leeway with what she wrote in it. So she took the shards of other people's lives and scribbled them into her notebook, knowing that once she turned the page, she would never see those words again. She could only move forwards, after all.

A high schooler crying in a dirty, unmade bed.

Page 9,987.

Starr hesitated before turning the page, the image of the boy stuck in her mind. She felt the itch building up, the compulsion to continue forcing her limbs to move; jerkily, her arm shot forward of its own volition, flipping the page and wiping away the sentence she'd written.

She clenched her jaw. So she wasn't even allowed that much, huh? Even the tiny luxury of dwelling on the boy's fate for more than a moment was snatched from her? A wild rebellion sang through her, and she wanted to stand up and rip the damn notebook in half—

—but she was a prisoner in her own body. The same force that kept her here day after day paralyzed her limbs, locking her in place.

Fine. Starr gritted her teeth. She didn't even bother glancing to the left this time around. Dammit, but if the system didn't want her to keep that boy in her mind, she'd do everything she could to remember him.

The boy looks up from his tears, Starr scribbled. She could imagine. She could imagine the boy, somewhere out