He always had the same dream.
In the dream, he was always standing in that place,
but he never knew exactly where it was.
In the middle of that landscape, there was someone.
A human figure.
Though only a silhouette was visible,
strangely, his heart always ached whenever he woke up.
One day, a scene resembling that place
flickered across the TV screen.
A small town in Japan.
Too quiet to be called a tourist spot,
a place one wouldn't go unless looking for it on purpose.
The TV screen showed a lake—
a small lake with a single torii gate.
In that moment, his heart pounded wildly.
This is it...