Augury
It's like falling off the edge of the world, like plunging into a mystery headfirst, like breaking the surface of an icy sea, gasping for breath.
The storm is wild and wicked. From the porch, Fuuma wrinkles his nose in disgust at the Outside, then smiles when he spots Kamui and Kotori by the portable heater, warming their hands. Kotori is leaning against Kamui where their futons are pressed together. When the lightning flashes, they scramble underneath the blankets.
Fuuma remains standing. He watches over them like an immovable monolith, charting the destiny of the stars.