At the edge of the world, where maps forget and lanterns never burn out, a girl waits in a ancient shrine.
A boy arrives with no clear reason, only a name on the wind and a pull in his chest. She welcomes him with tea, laughter, and eyes that know more than they say.
He doesn’t remember what he came for.
She’s been waiting longer than she should.
And somewhere between them, the veil begins to stir.
A tender, otherworldly tale of forgotten paths, blooming names, and the kind of love that feels like remembering.