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Mitsuha wakes up one day with emptiness in her heart.
She wakes up to tear-stained cheeks and something empty gnawing away at her soul.
Her very being burns and she can't breathe.
The world spins and spins—
but she is being left behind.
Sometimes Mitsuha is looking for something.
She is looking and looking, the words of something at the tip of her tongue, as she gazes through the window.
Her heart is searching for something, grandmother once said.
Mitsuha doesn't know what this something is.
But the void is slowly eroding away at the very essence of her humanity, and everything blurs into one.
Her soul is searching for its other half, and she can do nothing but sit and wait until the time comes.
(the awful desperation in her bones linger like the sour taste of plums in her mouth)