using the excuse that she wants to teach them about the constellations. Mimori can’t explain why, except something feels different. No, not different. Wrong. Like she’s been slowly shifting out of sync with the world around her and the stars are now her only way to orient herself in it. They have become her only constant. At first, she suspected her frustrations with Sōjirō’s perpetual aloofness were behind the nagging dread, but she understands now it’s something else, beyond her, nameless and formless and terrifying. The stars disappear.
