Godou was aware this was occurring within a dream.
After spending a lively Christmas Eve with his friends, he was supposed to be sleeping soundly on his bed. But instead, Kusanagi Godou's consciousness was currently wandering on a wide plain who knows where.
Looking up at the sky, he saw a waxing crescent moon.
Other than that, this was a desolate land without anything of note.
Neither creatures nor buildings were present. If anything, the scene amounted to a sea of tall silver grass growing haphazardly where one could vaguely sense a mysterious atmosphere of incoming autumn.
Godou's attention was drawn to the sounds of a stringed instrument reverberating across the desolate plain.
The tone color did not resemble that of the Japanese zither known as the kin. Undoubtedly, this wondrous melody was filled with exotic foreign flavor. Regardless where the tune was first composed, it must have originated somewhere far to the west of Japan.
Otherwise aimless in the dream, Godou could not help but begin to wander across the wilderness in search of the musical performer.
Less than half a month had passed since he last listened to Luo Cuilian's yueqin performance in a corner of Mount Lu. Perhaps because of that, Godou was certain that the person playing the melody was definitely not his sworn elder sister.
Perhaps the performer was someone whose heart was burdened with inextinguishable sadness and regret?
Such an image surfaced from a corner of his mind. The delicate and persisting tune was infused with emotional pulsation, thereby causing Godou to feel uncharacteristically sentimental.
At this time, a voice reciting a poem could be heard extremely close by.
Godou was aware this was occurring within a dream.
After spending a lively Christmas Eve with his friends, he was supposed to be sleeping soundly on his bed. But instead, Kusanagi Godou's consciousness was currently wandering on a wide plain who knows where.
Looking up at the sky, he saw a waxing crescent moon.
Other than that, this was a desolate land without anything of note.
Neither creatures nor buildings were present. If anything, the scene amounted to a sea of tall silver grass growing haphazardly where one could vaguely sense a mysterious atmosphere of incoming autumn.
Godou's attention was drawn to the sounds of a stringed instrument reverberating across the desolate plain.
The tone color did not resemble that of the Japanese zither known as the kin. Undoubtedly, this wondrous melody was filled with exotic foreign flavor. Regardless where the tune was first composed, it must have originated somewhere far to the west of Japan.
Otherwise aimless in the dream, Godou could not help but begin to wander across the wilderness in search of the musical performer.
Less than half a month had passed since he last listened to Luo Cuilian's yueqin performance in a corner of Mount Lu. Perhaps because of that, Godou was certain that the person playing the melody was definitely not his sworn elder sister.
Perhaps the performer was someone whose heart was burdened with inextinguishable sadness and regret?
Such an image surfaced from a corner of his mind. The delicate and persisting tune was infused with emotional pulsation, thereby causing Godou to feel uncharacteristically sentimental.
At this time, a voice reciting a poem could be heard extremely close by.
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