There's something deeply affecting about these types of mangas that resonates with me, always leaving me with a bittersweet discomfort. Even though they are masterpieces obviously, I just find myself feeling uneasy while reading them. Maybe this discomfort comes from the sense of peace they touch, instead of the chaos we’re accustomed to. Also, something I always look forward to in these kinds of mangas is when every time I read them, I want to hear the crickets from the images. Overall, it’s weirdly beautiful!
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