A box of chalk; a carved wooden bird; a doll with flowing black hair and a missing arm; an empty flour bag neatly folded with a happy face drawn with marker; strips of colored paper reading "I want to live," "I want freedom," "I want to be loved," "I want to die," "I want to remember;" a resin knife; a resin ring; a button pin; a smooth black stone flecked with silver; a light pink stone ringed with white; a clear stone holding a rainbow; a complete set of go stones; a handful of colorful beads that look like eyes; a math exam with full marks; a pocket notebook filled with sketches of cats; a box cutter; an old PSP; a guitar pick; a feather ring; a broken watch; a pastel chevron bracelet; a small knit bunny; a coin purse containing a single 5 yen coin; photographs of unfamiliar students posing in front of the school gates, sitting underneath a blooming wisteria tree, playing with fireworks on the rooftop, a Christmas party, a cultural festival, a school trip to Tokyo Disney, all with bright smiles and tired eyes; a torn piece of paper with the name "Hikaru Tomori" written on a thick line; silk flowers pinned to all sorts of colors of ribbons expressing congratulations, a myriad amount of normal boring pebbles, packaged peanuts, and so on that you'd put in a time capsule.

There were two words etched into the bottom of the box that read: Memento vivere.

( it all comes off the top of his head while counting on each and every finger to make sure he stated the precise amount. taking a deep breath, he looks over to natsume as he continues. )

The box had lost its smoothness from years and years of being buried under the ground. ( ... ) How unfortunate, don't you think...?