Let's just call this article “it.”
It was born late on a Friday night in November.
It is less than ten thousand words long.
It has little fighting, killing, blood, water, bones, or flesh.
Perhaps it is only smoke, mist, wind, and clouds.
Within it, two girls are conceived. Within it, ten years pass, then twenty, and the years continue on and on.
So...
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Ou Minato, the author's name makes me want to laugh, but this article makes me want to cry. It's like the water in a cup of water in autumn, it will spin and sway when you pick it up, and it will be a little cold.