by Liriphira
"If you don’t want your pain taken from you, then come." It has been seven days since the color flaked off the world. Yurie stands in a bleached room, suffocating in the sterile stink of alcohol swabs and a silence that screams the name of the departed: Mermi. They tell her that time heals. They tell her that grief will fade. To Yurie, that is a threat. To lose the pain is to lose the one she loved. Driven by the desperate, contradictory urge to refuse healing, Yurie plunges into the dark of the Gamaguchi—a mystical soul-vessel, a gate to the "Closed Circuit of the Self." Led by Mermi, the golden guide who stays half a step ahead, she embarks on a high-speed sprint through the 22 Arcana. In this world, memories are the only currency, and to remember is to be flayed by a thousand blades of yesterday. Through this visceral journey into the heart of pet loss, Yurie will learn that the only thing capable of stitching a shattered world back together is the "arrogance of the living." Pachin. > The clasp snaps. The void answers. A work of Japanese Magical Realism. No generic tropes. Just the grit, the mud, and the beautiful weight of grief.
