A pulsing metropolis at the heights of its glory at the turn of the 20th century. 26 cities, 23 wards, 13 Million people living out their lives in an ever repeating trot, day after day. We watch in the early morning sun of a cold winters day, as salesman cross Shibuya Crossing, vendors sell their goods on the streets and in malls alike, as children and teenagers hurry through the cold on their way to school. The icy air sends small clouds of steam from everyone's mouths, while they are making their way over the streets and roads, too many to count. The lively sounds the city gives of are muffled by the early hour and the overclouded grey skies.
In this calm, dull atmosphere the multitude of the population carries on with their lives in a never ending spiral, unaware that among them, unseen, undetected, extraordinary things are occurring.
Today is a morning like any other.Two weeks away from winter break, every child, teenager and adolescent is on their way to school like they should be. Our eyes trail over the many bodies making their way through the streets of Minato Ward, as we slowly approach a small apartment building standing in a small neighborhood. As we look through one of the windows, it reveals to us a flat inhabited by a small family of three people. It is past 8 o'clock, and every young person in town due to go to school is on their feet and briskly walking through the wintery streets. Not so the girl lying in her bed in said apartment. As she opens her eyes and looks over to her clock, she realizes that she has overslept.