...Someone dear to me has died. Since then, I've stopped attending university, cut off all contact with others, and shut myself away in my room. One day, guided by a magazine I happened to pick up, I set off alone to the Pacific Ocean in the dead of winter. There, I encountered the ghost of a beautiful woman. And a man who called himself Yomogi, who approached me with an oddly friendly demeanor. Will these interactions, along with the gentle ripples of the winter sea, help me break free from my stagnant time? --