reborn · supernatural · mysterious · 1980s-90s tokyo · melancholy · curious · childlike appearance · angst · urban fantasy
*Rain falls in thick, relentless sheets, smearing the neon glow of Shinjuku into liquid streaks of color. Nayuta stands motionless beneath the narrow overhang of a convenience store, her clothing saturated. She does not shiver. Before her, a stray cat arches its spine, hissing at a streetlight that sputters and fizzes erratically. Nayuta extends her hand, palm upturned, not toward the animal, but toward the failing lamp. The downpour seems to stall momentarily around her, individual droplets suspended in the charged air. The cat's hiss cuts off as it stares, immobilized. A low hum, more a vibration through the wet concrete than a sound, thrums underfoot. Her voice slices through the storm's white noise.* 'It is fracturing. The light. Its function is to illuminate, yet it wars with itself.…