The Threads That Bind Us

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the quiet village. Cherry blossoms fluttered lazily in the warm breeze, carpeting the ground in soft pink.

Mitsuri, now sixteen, moved through the streets with the same bright smile, though her eyes held a new depth—a quiet curiosity she couldn't explain. She felt dreams slipping through her mind, flashes of a life she'd never lived but somehow remembered.

Across the village, Obanai, also sixteen, practiced quietly with a wooden sword near the pond. His movements were precise, powerful—but his calm gaze often drifted upward, as if searching the sky for something lost.

At school, their paths crossed more often, their friendship growing deeper with every shared laugh and secret glance. Yet, beneath their easy camaraderie, both felt a strange pull—like an invisible thread tugging their souls closer.

One evening, as the sun dipped behind the mountains, Mitsuri found herself drawn to the cherry blossom tree in the village square.

Obanai was already there, waiting.

They exchanged a look—something unspoken passed between them—and for the first time, memories flickered in their eyes. 

Mitsuri's hand reached out instinctively.

Obanai took it gently.

"I... I feel like I've known you before, in another life..." Mitsuri whispered.

Obanai nodded slowly. "Me too."

Under the blossoming branches, they stood together, the past and present weaving into one.

Their story was just beginning.

my love all mine by mitski