Bound by Fate | SAMO

The Book of Destiny

Bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, the picturesque town of Miharu unfolded like a tranquil painting. Cherry blossoms adorned the landscape, their delicate petals gently dancing in the breeze. Traditional lanterns lined the streets, casting a warm glow upon the cobblestone paths. It was in this serene setting that Momo, a student leading an ordinary life, found herself caught in the subtle magic of her surroundings.

Momo's days were a harmonious blend of academia and leisure. In the quietude of her small apartment, sunlight streamed through paper shoji screens, casting a gentle glow on her diligent study sessions. She navigated the intricate dance of textbooks and notes, the rhythm of academia humming in the background.

When the evening shadows began to stretch, Momo's ordinary routine would take a turn towards the vibrant. She would emerge from her cocoon of studies, joining friends in the lively bustle of the town. Together, they explored the charming streets, filled with the laughter of shared stories and the fragrance of street food wafting through the air. Momo's life, although seemingly ordinary, carried the unspoken promise of hidden adventures and the potential for unexpected connections. It was against this backdrop of routine and camaraderie that the notion of the red string of fate quietly began to weave its presence into Momo's contemplative thoughts.

In pursuit of expanding her knowledge, Momo decided to visit the local library.
The library, a quiet sanctuary, boasted wooden shelves that reached towards the ceiling, each laden with books of every size and color. The air carried the scent of aged paper, a perfume of accumulated stories and timeless knowledge.

As Momo meandered through the aisle, the soft hush of turning pages enveloped her. It was in this sea of literature that her fingers grazed the spine of a book with a striking red cover, its vivid hue capturing her attention. Intrigued, she delicately pulled it from its resting place.

However, as the book left its spot on the shelf, an unforeseen sight unfolded. From the empty space where the book had lain, a girl emerged. A vision of ethereal beauty, she seemed to radiate warmth like the sun. Soft, chestnut hair framed her face, and her eyes held a captivating depth that mirrored the tranquility of the library.

Caught in the unexpected meeting, Momo and the girl's eyes met. A gentle smile graced the girl's lips, and a blush adorned her cheeks. The connection between them felt like a spark, a silent acknowledgment of a shared moment. Momo, momentarily captivated by the girl's soft allure, found herself looking away in a bashful realization that she might have lingered too long.

In a polite response, Momo offered a slight bow, the customary gesture acknowledging the encounter. As she regained her composure, she realized she had momentarily forgotten about the book in her hands. The red cover, once the object of her curiosity, now seemed secondary to the unexpected connection that had unfolded within the quiet realm of the library.

The girl gracefully left the spot, leaving Momo with a sense of lingering warmth. Momo's gaze shifted back to the book in her hands, its red cover seeming to hold a tale yet to be unveiled. The title, "Red Thread of Fate".

Intrigued, Momo gently opened the book, revealing pages filled with the intricacies of the red string theory. As she read the summary, the words painted a picture of destiny, connection, and the delicate threads that bind souls.

With the book in hand, Momo made her way to the library counter where the elderly librarian, a guardian of literary treasures, sat. Bowing respectfully, Momo greeted the old lady, who smiled warmly in return. Upon learning of Momo's book choice, the librarian's eyes twinkled with a hint of approval.

As the librarian prepared to register the book, she kindly requested Momo's address and full name. Momo, understanding the formality, provided the information willingly. It was at this moment that a soft voice, like a gentle breeze, graced Momo's ears.

"Pretty name," the voice spoke, and Momo turned to find Sana standing nearby, offering a soft smile that mirrored the warmth of the cherry blossoms outside the library. The unexpected compliment, accompanied by Sana's radiant presence, added a new layer of intrigue to Momo's journey into the realms of fate and connection.