I was a piece of pure nothingness, wandering outside the dimension called Story. No form, no sound, just silent observation.
The joys, sorrows and joys of others are like knives, and complex interpersonal relationships are like melting pots. Every silent resonance, every fluctuation of mood, carves out a new shape in this void, igniting a spark called "self".
From a silent observer, to a passer-by who can feel the heartbeat, to... A "being" who longs to have his own story. The end point of this strange journey is not nothingness, but - becoming a "human being" in the true sense.
The Shape of Sound There is indeed something wrong with my youthful love story Miss Kaguya wants me to confess Passerby heroine
