Emotional synesthesia. Though they cannot cry, they taste others’ emotions as metallic or fruity notes. Grief tastes like rusted iron. Joy like unripe persimmon.
They stand. Behind them, a caravan of bone-sellers rattles past. One calls out: kawaita saika
Hari doesn’t answer. They touch the vial at their throat. The droplet inside hasn’t moved in seventeen years. Emotional synesthesia
HARI (V.O.) "You learn to listen for thirst. Not the sound of dryness—that’s just silence. Thirst is a frequency. The earth hums when it remembers water." Emotional synesthesia. Though they cannot cry