NunaKanon was staking their life on finding the perfect place to seek shelter from the rain. For in this forest, there exists a perfect spot that harmonizes flawlessly with the rhythm of each unique rainfall.

In such a place, the rain drips onto one’s head and tentacles with just the right cadence, stimulating pressure points that unlock hidden senses. There, the rain reveals whispers: the intimate secrets of lovers from before the forest was born, the lullabies of moss, and even the secret gourmet recipes of ghosts.