This Summer's Flowers Were Never Heard Of, Yet Bloomed On and On

I know the meaning of the flower, yet have never heard its name. I have seen the flower, yet never learned its name...

We still don't know the name of the flower we saw that day.

That summer, I saw another self in the mirror for the first time. She wore a white dress I had never owned, and her smile was like shattered sunlight. When I reached out to touch her, I fell into a world I knew all too well: cicadas chirping by the riverbank, the abandoned Super Peace Busters hideout, and a girl with my face running toward me. My name is Menma. I transmigrated and became the most unexpected character in this story, one destined for sorrow...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.