The Night I Feared Death Too Much to Sleep, I Spent Until Morning with a Girl Who Called Herself Death
Futayume-ya
On a night when the fear of dying keeps you wide awake, a girl claiming to be Death quietly appears at your side. She doesn't offer comfort or try to erase your fear — she simply names it plainly and stays with you, in a light, almost everyday tone, until the sun rises. It's a quiet, intimate work about easing loneliness rather than fear itself.
