Polaris wa Kienai Manhua

Mizuumi's hands trembled as she placed the final offering on the makeshift altar in her room. Candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls as she chanted the ancient incantations she had uncovered in her relentless search for a way to bring Sora back. The air grew heavy with an otherworldly presence, a palpable energy that seemed to seep into her very soul. As Mizuumi closed her eyes, her heart pounded in anticipation and fear. Would her actions truly bridge the gap between the living and the dead? Or was she merely dancing on the precipice of madness, guided by an obsession that knew no bounds? A soft, ethereal glow filled the room, and a figure materialized before her, bathed in a shimmering light that seemed to defy logic and reason. It was Sora, her idol, her deity, standing before her in all her former glory. Mizuumi's breath caught in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. Was this a dream, a hallucination brought on by her fervent desire for Sora's return? But as Sora extended a ghostly hand towards Mizuumi, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips, Mizuumi knew. This was no mere illusion. Her beloved idol had truly returned, if only for a fleeting moment, to grant her one final goodbye. In that transcendent moment, Mizuumi felt a sense of peace wash over her, mingled with a profound sadness that threatened to consume her. She had defied the natural order, crossed boundaries that should never be tampered with. And now, as Sora's spectral form began to fade, she was left with a lingering question: had her faith been rewarded, or had she unleashed forces beyond her control? As the candles burned low and the room fell into darkness once more, Mizuumi was left alone with her thoughts, grappling with the consequences of her actions and the price she had paid for a reunion that was never meant to be.