Harukoharu

Just before I drifted off to sleep, I felt as though I heard the voice of someone dear to me calling out my name.

When I came to, I found myself in an unfamiliar space.

“Oh, you’re awake? Then please take care of this.”

In the room, boxes and blocks marked with various symbols floated in midair.

“It’s all right—there’s no need to rush. Take your time.”

Someone calling themselves Koharu has me solving a series of puzzles known as Recovery Therapy.

“But you know, you don’t actually have to solve these puzzles.”

And so, memories I had wanted to forget began to resurface.