The cracks in the ancient urn are like tears, and the blood and wine have been hidden for thousands of years of lovesickness.
Locked deep in the cellar of a Kyoto shrine is a pottery urn from the Heian period, with a blue-gray glaze like the fog of a prison. When folklore graduate student Chizuru Asano stroked the vine pattern on the body of the urn, she always imagined that someone's fingertips were touching hers across time and space - until the late night when the miko chewed wine, and the steamed rice turned fishy-sweet on the tip of the tongue.
Onmyoji Fujiwara Tokiyana's cyanotic soul awakened from the urn, and the wide sleeves of her hunting clothes brushed against the remaining fire in her dream. He said it was a curse:
Every time she repairs a crack, his memory becomes fragmented;
Every time he revealed a secret, her internal organs burned an inch.
That night when the twelve undressed clothes were taken off, the Kagura bell fell into the snowdrift.
Chizuru finally understood the prophecy in his eyes——
It turns out that the most bone-destroying poison is to let people who love each other compete with each other across life and death.
Intent: Abuse, tear-jerking, watching readers wipe away tears