Utsusemi—the gate between the world of the living and the realm beyond.

  Before the twin stones of Hasamaishi, a world unfolded.

  And beyond that gate, a dreamlike shore spread wide, unseen by any eye.

  There, time stood still.

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  Sound and emotion alike drifted there,

  like a thin veil, barely touching reality.

  And on that pale shore, there lived a single girl.

  The Princess of Utsusemi.

  Clad in the robes of a shirabyōshi, her movements fluttered like a silken veil in the wind—

  graceful, eternal.

  Even now, she danced alone… in silence.

  It was not for anyone.

  Only for those who wandered here,

  souls who lingered between life and death—

  those who might still return.

  She danced, as if in prayer.

  And on that day, once again,

  a soul washed ashore.

  …Weeping, just a little.