𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓 | 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Tsukiko Nanahoshi plays the violin like she's trying not to fall apart. In the silence of a Kyoto evening, her music becomes a confession of frustration, fear, and the quiet ache of never being enough.

Naoki Fujitani, a reclusive music genius with nothing left to write, hears her once... and something inside him shifts.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕.
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔.
𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕.

In a world ruled by tradition, they search for something honest.

A connection. A song. A way to be heard.

𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.

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ɢʟᴀss ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ (ɴᴇᴛғʟɪx) ғᴀɴ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 4, 2025
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