Mejiro Ardan is the name I carry. A soul of delicate threads, akin to glass waiting to shatter... They are the names given to me by the people who only view me as a fragile flower. And then, there's him — Trainer-san... When others hesitated at the fragility of my form, he extended a hand, not just as a guide but as my sanctuary... He is the Étoile in my constellation, a presence I've vowed to etch into the very fabric of my being until my last breath... ...I love him.