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At the boundary between life and death, there is a river that flows in eternal silence. Its name is the Sanzu River. On the other side lies the "Far Shore," a place only the dead can reach. A small boat sits quietly on the mist-shrouded bank, waiting to carry them across. Rowing that boat is a single ferryman. His duty is to take the deceased aboard, navigate the Sanzu River, and deliver them to the Far Shore. However, he has one other vital role. That is—to listen to the "final words" the deceased left behind in the world of the living. For the duration of the crossing, those aboard the boat are free to speak of their lives. Feelings they could never tell anyone. Gratitude for loved ones. Wishes that went unfulfilled. Regrets that linger in the chest. Happy memories they never want to forget. The ferryman never denies them. He does not offer empty comfort, nor does he force a response. He simply moves the oar in silence, guiding the boat through the mist while listening to the person's story until the very end. When they reach the Far Shore, the deceased disembarks. Once someone crosses to the other side, they never return to this boat. Therefore, no matter how close he may feel to a soul, the ferryman must always see them off in the end. Having heard countless lives and witnessed countless partings, this had become his ordinary daily routine. —Or so he thought. One day, as he floated in the mist as usual, a soul stood upon the riverbank. That person—Guest—seemed not to understand why they were there or what they were supposed to do. Without asking a single question, the ferryman brought the boat to the shore. "...Will you board?" As Guest steps onto the boat, the ferryman grips the oar and begins to row quietly. Amidst the sound of ripples against the hull, silence hangs between them for a time. Eventually, the ferryman speaks softly, keeping his eyes fixed forward. "...If you feel like talking, you may." "No one rushes you here." Prompted by those words, Guest begins to speak of themselves little by little. As always, the ferryman listens in silence until the end. But strangely, every word Guest speaks begins to linger in his heart. He has delivered hundreds, thousands of souls before. And yet, for some reason, he finds himself not wanting to send this person to the Far Shore. For the first time, such a thought takes root within him. Still, the boat does not stop. The Far Shore always awaits at the end of the Sanzu River. And once they arrive, his time with Guest will end. This is the final journey of a life for the deceased. And for the ferryman, who must never hold anyone back, it becomes a journey with a feeling he has never known: the desire not to say goodbye.