The air smelled fresh after the afternoon rain. Haruto Takamiya sat at his desk, staring out of the window. Dark clouds hung low over Tokyo, the city lights flickering like distant stars. It felt like any normal day, but deep down, something felt off—like he was waiting for something, or maybe someone.
Haruto gripped his pen tightly, his thoughts wandering. For the past few weeks, strange dreams had been haunting him—dreams of a place he didn’t know, and a girl he had never met. Every morning, those dreams faded into fragments, leaving behind a nagging sense of loss.
"Haruto, are you even listening?"
Haruto blinked and turned toward Aoi Shimizu, his childhood friend. She leaned over his desk, her blue eyes watching him closely.
"Sorry, Aoi. What did you say?"
"You’ve been spacing out a lot lately. Something on your mind?"
Haruto forced a smile, though his heart wasn’t in it. "Just tired. Nothing serious."
Aoi frowned but didn’t press further. She had known Haruto long enough to sense when something was bothering him, but she also knew he wouldn’t talk unless he wanted to.
"Well, stay awake, okay? They’re about to announce the trip, and you don’t want to miss that. Everyone’s excited."
He nodded absently. The class trip didn’t really matter to him right now. The dreams felt too real, like memories he couldn’t fully grasp. Who was that girl? And why did he feel like she was calling out to him?
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Later that evening, Haruto stood on the rooftop of his apartment building. He often came here when he needed to clear his mind. The city stretched out below him, alive with lights and noise, but up here, it felt quiet and peaceful.
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A cool breeze swept past, carrying a scent that stirred something in him—a scent that felt familiar, yet distant.
"Haruto..."
His eyes snapped open. He spun around, heart pounding, but the rooftop was empty. No one was there.
"Was that... real?" he muttered under his breath.
Shaking his head, he tried to convince himself it was nothing, just his imagination playing tricks on him. Still, the feeling wouldn’t leave. It was as if something—or someone—was calling him, pulling him toward an unknown place.
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In another world, far from Haruto’s, Miyu Asakura stood by the edge of a shimmering lake. Two suns hung in the sky—one golden, one silver—casting a soft glow over the water. She held a small, glowing fragment in her hand, its light pulsing gently.
"It’s time," she whispered, her voice barely louder than the rippling of the lake.
Behind her, Reiji Kazehaya approached, his expression calm but serious. "Are you sure he’s the right one?"
Miyu didn’t hesitate. "I’m sure. He’s connected to this world, just like I am. We need him, Reiji. If we wait any longer, it might be too late."
Reiji crossed his arms, gazing at the horizon where the two suns met. "Then we need to prepare. Once he crosses over, there’s no turning back."
Miyu nodded. "I’ll bring him here. He’s already starting to hear the call. It won’t be long now."
As the suns dipped lower in the sky, bathing the world in twilight, Miyu made a silent promise to herself—and to the boy she had only seen in fragments of forgotten dreams.
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Back on Earth, Haruto lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The strange feeling from earlier still lingered, stronger than before. It was like something just out of reach was waiting for him.
"Who are you...?" he whispered, closing his eyes.
That night, the dream returned. This time, it was clearer than ever before. He stood by the edge of a shimmering lake, and across the water, a girl with silver hair smiled at him. Her presence felt warm, familiar, as if he had known her forever.
"Haruto," she called softly, her voice like a distant melody.
This time, he didn’t wake up confused. Instead, he took a step forward, toward the girl and the world that awaited him beyond the horizon.