You say it both ways, and then the part she left out: a board is only a board if everyone agrees to be a piece.
The candles go out. She does not scream. She sits in the stone chair and looks like a woman in an empty house.
VesperThat's not how it's read.
It is now. The village wakes on the eighth day, and Mio is at the bus stop with her broom, crying and pretending it is the wind.
Aoi puts a lantern in your hand and tells you to come back next summer when there is nothing to run from.
You get on the bus. The driver does not ask the name of the village.