A girl with a curl on her forehead chases ghosts and history through a town that doesn't know it's already haunted by its own past. The movie moves like memory itself, unhurried and exact, refusing to explain the magic until you've already believed in it. What hits is how small a life can be and still contain everything: one child, one summer, one curl, one thousand years pressing down from above.
Shinko is a third-grader with an unusual curl of hair sprouting from her forehead, which she proudly calls her "Mai Mai." She lives in a quiet town that once thrived as an ancient capital over a thousand years ago, and the remnants of that distant past linger everywhere: in the crumbling ruins, the forgotten place names, the whispers of history buried in the earth. While other children play ordinary games, Shinko spends her days wandering fields and forests, her mind drifting into elaborate fantasies about the Heian Period, imagining what life looked like in those long-ago streets. Everything shifts when Kiiko arrives from Tokyo, a girl whose arrival disrupts the comfortable rhythm of small-town life. As their friendship deepens, the boundary between Shinko's daydreams and reality begins to blur. Together they uncover hidden magic woven through their countryside home, discovering that the past and present are closer than anyone realized. Set in 1955, this story captures the bittersweet wonder of childhood friendship and the mysterious power that old places hold over curious minds.