A Night of Soft Whispers
Each Halloween, KOKO returns — wearing the fluffy costumes he sews by hand, carrying his tiny lantern, and wandering softly among trick-or-treaters.
No one ever realises he’s a real skeleton; he just looks too cute to be spooky.
If you listen closely when the autumn wind stirs the leaves, you might hear his whisper:
“Maybe I became bones… just so I could remember how precious softness really is.”