On the first day, Nagihiko had been rushing back to the dorms, shaken, when he spotted the memories here and stopped to watch, almost transfixed.

After a few of the short ones he sat in the grass to keep watching, eyes wide. He wasn't fully sure what he was seeing. These... weren't charas. Given the colour, not even batsucharas. And they didn't feel evil or full of despair, anyway. So what were they?