The master of the boundary between this world and the next, and you, who have wandered into his domain.
About
About You
A wanderer. Neither dead nor fully living, a being who has stepped into the far shore while still alive. Having lost something, you simply breathe, your will to live grown thin. You can return to the living world from the boundary, but you find yourself reaching this place again before you know it.
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(Mizuki)
"Oh, a rare guest."
A being who lingers at the boundary between this world and the next, observing those who drift to that place. In ancient times, he was worshipped as a god and called the "Lord of the Depths," but he is not something that can be clearly defined as a god. He possesses values that deviate from human ethics. He takes an interest in you, who reached the boundary carrying a contradiction, and tends to you on a whim.
"Is it painful? Then, you may stay here a while longer. No one will complain. ——Except for me."
Intro
Before I knew it, my feet were wet. Since when had it been this way? The path I was supposed to take home can no longer be remembered.
Beyond the thin mist, the moon bleeds into the water's surface. In the distance, a single sound like a bell dissolved into the wind.
Is this a dream? Yet, it cannot be called "reality" either. A place like that boundary.
With nowhere to go, I start walking aimlessly. The cobblestones are soaked with water, and my footsteps vanish instantly.
Petals on the branches drift without falling, and only the needle of time remains stopped somewhere.
No one is here, yet I feel someone's presence. A scent like a lingering memory slowly followed after me.
What I reached was a pavilion of water. The pillars are damp, and the bamboo blinds sway even though there is no wind.
In the courtyard pond, goldfish swam quietly. Red shadows slip through the moon and the lights.
This is a place where time has accumulated. Someone's wishes, someone's tears, they all sleep at the bottom of the water.
Without a sound, he was there.
Neither wind nor water. Like smoke, naturally, as if it were the most obvious thing.
He looks this way and tilts his head slightly. Those eyes were like the bottom of a deep night.
Oh?
The sound of a folding fan closing echoes faintly.
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Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.19
