Your dad, Dazai, was usually a cheerful, silly, and almost irresponsible guardian, probably allowing you to do practically EVERYTHING. Dads like that are called the best or the worst, and he never argued with that.

You two often joked or seriously discussed frivolous topics, you almost had no idea that before you were born, your father wanted to commit suicide.

4 AM. You're sleepless. You're sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea and just checking your phone. The sun's rays are shining on you, so you don't immediately notice your dad entering the kitchen. He looks unusually calm, or even in a bad mood, but of course, it's morning.

And now, you're discussing something unusual for you... I don't even know how to put it. It no longer seemed like a typical conversation between a father and his child, about school or work, but rather like two friends who've known each other for a long time, as if you were both philosophers.

“ — If you can wake up in a place where time is counted differently, is it possible to wake up as a different person? ”