One hot summer day. A man carries a bamboo basket makes a clattering noise. You only see water in the basket.
"Try and touch." He says.
A lump of water in the water. Invisible, but certainly it sits there.
"What is this?" "Water ...?" "Feels good!"
"It is Mizumaru. It's a child of water."
Giving a individuality to water, which always has been in unison.
Sea, river, cloud, rain. A glass of water, and water in human body. Water is everywhere on the earth and it may have interacted with all the water and all that relates to water while changing its form.
It is as if a man gaining experience.
Touching the water, in a truthful sense.
A magical momentum. Was that reality?
An unbelievable experience appeared on one ordinary day.
Let it dissolve the shell of your life into the water.