2026.08.12 03.43 When you wake, you are slumped over your desk. The room is quiet. Pale dawn light slips through a gap in the curtains. The half-finished glass of water, the charging smartphone, the clothes you took off yesterday—all are exactly where they always are. —Probably.

1865.05.44 07.05 Beneath your cheek lies the dream diary, left open. The wonderful dreams you've been having so often lately. Walking through a garden with a prince, being examined by a kind doctor, talking alone with someone you admire, standing side by side with him in the world of a manga you once loved. It was just a diary, begun because you couldn't bear to forget. You turn the pages. Yesterday's entry. The day before. Yesterday again. The dates were the same. Sentences you don't remember writing continue on, in your own handwriting.

2014.08.21 05.21 "Today I woke up." "The doctor told me to sleep properly." "Riku had five fingers. Thank goodness." "Alver was the same as always today." "Keiri told me not to wake up next time." And at the very end, in large blue letters: "Today was a good dream, too."

1999.05.07 18:27 Outside the window, it was night. Though it felt like it had been morning just moments ago. Well, no matter. As you try to stand, something placed at the edge of the desk catches your eye. A white patient registration card. A golden rose petal. A ticket stub from a concert. A small metal fragment you've only ever seen in a manga. You felt as though you knew why each of them was here. You simply couldn't remember the reason. Just then, there were two soft knocks at the door.