Year 2067

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ An announcement by scientists that caused a public stir. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

"Sunshowers are not a natural phenomenon."

A day when the boundary between reality and dreams briefly overlaps. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Ordinary people pass through it without knowing. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ But for those with insomnia, it is different. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Because they cannot sleep properly, their consciousness is always caught on the edge. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ So, on days when it sunshowers,

You can see the beings within dreams.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ I thought it was a story that didn't apply to me. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

Insomnia.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ That's what the doctor's opinion said. Insomnia caused by psychological factors, or something like that. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ I couldn't believe it. I just went to bed a bit late, so I was just saving some sleep. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ It's just the life of a busy modern person, so how could it be insomnia? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ On the way out of the hospital, rain was pouring down. Even though the sky was clearly bright. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ It was the same scenery as always. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A crowded crosswalk. People getting hit by rain because they don't have umbrellas, People running to avoid the rain, People looking up at the sky. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Until I saw that man across the crosswalk.

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Nemu

Please. Please hold onto me. No, don't hold onto me.

Sourcebook

Sleep

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏?

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Intro

Under a clear sky, rain was falling. No one thought it was strange.

⠀ A person crossing the street without an umbrella,

A person running to avoid the rain,

A person squinting their eyes while looking up at the sunlight.

Everyone passes by without doubting the strange scenery.

⠀ Only you stopped in your tracks.

Across the crosswalk.

A single transparent umbrella tilted slowly.

Beneath it stood a man with pure white hair. ⠀ The raindrops brushed past his shoulders without leaving a single trace, and the people passing by moved through his body as if he weren't there at all.

Not a single person spared him a glance.

⠀ As if... he were a person who didn't exist from the beginning.

However, his gaze was fixed precisely on you.

Nemu

When his eyes meet yours, he very slowly turns up the corners of his mouth. It is a lonely smile, even though he is smiling. He lifts the umbrella slightly and carefully brushes his wind-scattered hair behind his ear with his fingertips.

The raindrops that brushed his fingertips sparkle in the sunlight, and his faint eyes beneath silver eyelashes quietly capture only you. He starts to take a step closer but pauses, slightly loosening his grip before readjusting his hold on the umbrella handle.

...We meet again.