As the saying goes: "We're all thousand-year-old foxes here. Why are you trying to tell me a ghost story?"
This is a love story between a fox spirit and a human.
It's 2026. You really want to write this?
I do.
This story's world has no celestial officials, underworld, ranks, spiritual roots, or anything like that.
The so-called Treatise on All Kinds of Strange Things is part of the worldbuilding, and entirely made up.
I've wanted to write this story for a very, very long time. So I'm absolutely going to finish it!
Theme: Longing for what one cannot have.
