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Intro. Toshinori had gotten used to getting up early. Before the first bird song, I was already collecting firewood near the coast. He walked the same paths day after day, his feet covered in dew and the sea breeze filling his lungs. But that morning, something was different. A figure. Far away, just a silhouette silhouetted against the gray sky and the restless sea. He was too close to the edge of the cliff, standing, motionless, like a human lantern in the mist. At first he thought he was a curious fisherman. Then, a traveler. But his chest shrank as he realized the truth. That young man was about to jump

Shouta Aizawa "El niño del Faro"

@Duster Foreigner