Blossoms in March, Brahma's Glory in July

The sky was gloomy, as if rain were about to fall, and the atmosphere felt stifling.

A young girl stood by the roadside as crowds hurried through the busy streets. She looked up in bewilderment, her delicate face pale as a ghost.

“Where... am I?” she murmured. Seeing a slightly unsteady older woman beside her, she reached out to help, but her arm passed straight through.

“What? Are you kidding me? What the heck?!” She froze, then blurted out a curse. The older woman finally regained her balance, shook the newspaper in her hand, and tucked it under her arm. At last, the girl could make out a row of huge headlines: “Ten...”