Midnight

Another writer who can't write blurbs.

All right, I'll say nothing again.

Taking one small step toward making my 2009 wish come true.

The story of a neurotic girl and the little seaweed.

"Kirishima had forgotten that on one trip, he'd once been bewildered by an old signpost, rusted and peeling. Like the wooden signposts along the Kanagawa coast, which always gave off a damp, rotten smell, they would all grow old, and they would all become blurred beyond recognition.

Who was Kirihara Akaya? Rikkai's famous king of getting lost.

He couldn't find that pristine land of his dreams. He'd never find it again.

Only in the pitch-black midnight did the sound of waves come rolling from far away..."

(I'm pretty satisfied with this ending.)

All right, let's just pretend that's the blurb.

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