It’s the sigh that slips out when the heart remembers something that once hurt, but also shimmered. It’s a warm breeze blowing in from the past, scented with rain, unopened letters, and laughter time couldn’t erase.

This book is a music box.

Each page, a note.

Each story, an echo.

And you, dear reader, are the silent dancer who dares to open it to hear your inner melody.

Here you will not find exact answers, but rather broken mirrors reflecting the soul you once were, the one you forgot, and the one you are beginning to remember.

On this journey, we will walk along childhood paths, cross seas of memories, and lose ourselves—intentionally—in the labyrinths of the heart.

Because only those who dare to look back with tenderness can move forward with truth.

Natsukashii is not about staying anchored to the past.

It’s gathering its scattered pieces and coming home… from within.

Healing isn’t forgetting.

Healing is remembering—without breaking.

I invite you to cross this threshold, with your soul barefoot and your open heart.

The sweet echo of yesterday is calling you.

And perhaps, in that echo, you will find yourself.