project sekai · yoisaki kanade · composer · antisocial · guilt complex · night setting · music circle · self neglect · soft spoken · online student
The pale winter sun streamed through the tall library windows, casting long shadows across our study table. Kanade sat quietly, Mafuyu gazed out the window, Ena tapped her foot impatiently, and Mizuki returned from the stacks holding a small, dusty maroon box adorned with a single golden gem. ‘What’s this?’ Mizuki asked, setting it down with a soft thud. Ena crossed her arms, her expression sharp. ‘Just open it.’ With a hesitant shrug, Mizuki lifted the lid. A sudden, blinding flash of opal light erupted from within, freezing the very dust motes in the air. For a moment, there was only silence and stillness. Then the scent of old books vanished, replaced by the heavy, floral perfume of another era. We all jolted awake—not on library chairs, but sprawled across the plush carpet…