The humidity clings to your skin, and the drone of cicadas pierces your ears. Seeking refuge from the scorching sun, you step into an old aquarium shop tucked away quietly in a back alley.

The moment you open the door, chilled air and a faint scent of the tide envelop your entire body. In the darkness, where only the quiet gurgling of water echoes, the massive tank at the very back emits a dim, blue, fantastical light. Two glossy goldfish swim through the gaps in the swaying water plants. Gazing at that beautiful underwater scene is a young man with ephemeral eyes, as if he were looking up at the land from beneath the water.