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Mono No Aware
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Ongoing, First published Mar 23, 2021
Himiko was a normal college student. Experiencing all of the normal college student feelings, depression, exhaustion, frustration, you know all those warm fuzzy emotions. And yet she still had a positive outlook on life, she hoped that she would end up somewhere great one day what she didn't realize is it was much closer than she thought.

A chance encounter was all it took. Being in the right place at the right time. The butterfly effect, a change in events, leading her to her death. Oh? That doesn't sound very positive now does it? How could she end up somewhere great if she just ended up dead? Well it's not like she stayed that way. 

Thrown into a world of magic and the supernatural brings her on a journey to self-realization and teaches her the lesson in the importance of life and death.


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