Spectral

“Oh yeah, while we’re on the topic of rare things, I just remembered
that my sister Azaka said she saw it too.”
“Saw what now?”
“The girl you said you saw floating around the Fujō Tower.”
Ah, yes, the Fujō Tower, former high-rise condominium situated in the
commercial office district of town that used to serve as residence to the more privileged tax brackets, now abandoned and leaving people with little else save its husk and its memory. And a haunting, if what Kokutō says
is true. Passing by it some days ago, I happened to see a spectral figure in
that looked quite human. If Azaka saw it too, then it must mean it’s real.

My second sight, the ability to see these types of events, has its roots
(as much as one can point out a definitive origin to this weirdness, at least)
in one event, a point in time that feels simutaneously distant and recent.
I was in a traffic accident two years ago, and because of that I spent those
last two years in a coma. After waking from that coma, I began to…see
things that weren’t there before. Tōko would say that what I’m doing isn’t
so much “sight” as it is “perception.” In other words, it seems my senses
have “awakened” to a higher level of perception, but it’s all technical magical gobbledygook that I couldn’t care less to understand.
“I did see it more than a few times, but I haven’t been there lately so I
wouldn’t know if it’s still there,” I say, as I stretch out my arms.
“I don’t know why,” says Kokutō, perplexed, “but I pass by there all the
time and I don’t see anything.”

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