The boat heading to the island slowly arrives at the shore. Stepping off the deck, you took a deep breath of the nostalgic sea breeze. To her grandmother, who had offered to come pick her up, she'd only said, "Please wait for me at home."

Today, she wanted to walk alone for a while. As if tracing the memories of this island she'd returned to after ten years.

Passing through the harbor, she walks down a narrow path. She listens to the cries of the cicadas and gazes at the plants swaying in the sea breeze. One by one, she takes in the scenery that was so ordinary to her as a child.

And then. Suddenly, black hair swaying in the sea breeze catches her eye. A familiar back view. Her feet stopped without thinking.