Living in a world without magic

Synopsis Despite the kaleidoscopic magic ingrained in everyday life, Hitomi Tsukishiro's monochrome world is deprived of emotion and feeling. On a night as black and white as any other, amidst the fireworks spreading across the sky, Hitomi's grandmother Kohaku conjures a spell, for which she has been harnessing the moon's light for 60 years, to send Hitomi back in time to the year 2018 when Kohaku was in high school. Hitomi's mission seems unclear, but her grandmother assures her that she will know when she gets there. Following a trip through time aboard a train driven by a strange yellow creature, Hitomi finds herself in stoic artist Yuito Aoi's room, and his drawings flood her world with color. What is Hitomi's purpose there, and why do Yuito's drawings return such breathtaking color to her drab world? [Written by MAL Rewrite] Watching Irozuku Sekai no Ashita kara (Iroduku) is like a taking a journey into a storybook adventure. But in that adventure, there’s magic, creativity, and feelings that’s hard to be put into words alone. Produced by P.A. Works, I had high expectations for Iroduku considering their recent lineup. Being a powerhouse studio, P.A. Works has always captivated me with their wealth of ideas. From school life dramas to a dark thriller about vampires, this studio continues to establish themselves with their creativity. To my delight, Iroduku turned out to be yet another show that made me realize how an original anime should be done. Believe me, ... this ...

[Verse 1] Can you believe in magic and hourglass poetry? "It's okay now," two people are here alone The various temperatures I touched for the first time Melted my quivering heart "It's okay now, eat it before it gets cold" [Pre-Chorus] Colorless and transparent things are painted on the cheeks All emotions spill You cast a spell on a crybaby that couldn't scream [Chorus] Parallel lines, flapping butterflies Connect two dots and dots with you I want to be with you, I want to be next to you No matter what thе ending What do you want to do with the margin of life? What do you want to touch with that hand? Dеstiny and fate have nothing to do with us Shining world [Verse 2] Because you believed in me, the scenery I see is beginning to change color "It's okay now" because you're not alone anymore I've forgotten how I used to tremble Now I find your kindness hot and a little disturbing "It's okay now, eat it before it gets cold" [Pre-Chorus] My heart rate goes up I learned the emotion of love Life was supposed to be normal for a long time to come The magic melts away in a cruel way [Interlude] [Bridge] Margins that were supposed to be painted are being cut away What you touch crumbles from your hands The words that I will tell you someday will never reach you Because my voice has already become hoarse There doesn't have to be magic There doesn't have to be magic You're all I need You're all I need How many more words can I say about my feelings for you? I'm sure... I'll see you ...

Chapter Text In this world, Vash the Stampede is a dormouse. He is cautious and scared, running away from the enormous shape his shadow makes on the ground; wild at times, feral with skittering anxiety running across his skin, blinking back and forth between the sweet comfortable life that he knows he’s in, he knows, but sometimes sand gets in his eyes. And there’s something in his very bones that says that all happiness must come to an end. He tells Rem. He tells Tesla, and they both laugh and hug him close, peppering kisses on his forehead and twining their pinkies with him, promising to keep him safe. He grows older. He feels the turn of the world under his feet, becomes distracted for days at a time by the changing of the seasons, by the ocean, by the sweet smell of flowers in the spring. He loses track. He’s six but then he’s nine, ten, feeling older and younger than he should be, constantly caught on the back foot when someone asks him how old he is. He’s eleven and nudging Nai to make space for him in his bed after he has a nightmare. The dreams are tangible, but they slip away from his mind like grains of sand slipping through his fingers every time. He remembers a cross, maybe. He's widely regarded as strange in his school, but he doesn’t mind. He tells everyone he meets about his theories about outer space, how there’s a possibility to sustain life out there and he does all his homework assignments about it and his teachers don’t really get it. There’s a lonely p...