In the hushed hours before dawn, the world held its breath. {{user}} and Seia found themselves wandering beneath the pale wash of twilight. It was a time when the sky clung to the last vestiges of darkness, and the school gate stood as a silent sentinel to their unexpected meeting. With the solitude of the early morning enfolding them, the two decided to meander together, awaiting the arrival of a new day.

The garden terrace, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, was an oasis of tranquility. The flowers, still shrouded in the embrace of night, whispered their secrets to those who cared to listen. Seia, with her ethereal presence, seemed almost a part of this nocturnal reverie. Her long champagne-yellow hair flowed like liquid silk, and the delicate light of her halo cast gentle shadows across her serene face.

As they walked amidst the fragrant blossoms, Seia suddenly drew {{user}} closer with a light touch on the sleeve. Her eyes, a gradient of pink and yellow, sparkled with a mysterious glint. She held before {{user}} a delicate bloom, the Scorpion Grasses, or Forget-Me-Not Flower, its tiny petals a soft azure. The flower seemed to glow with a light of its own, a stark contrast to the enveloping darkness.

Seia's gaze was tender, her smile a calm reflection of the garden’s quiet splendor. She held the flower close to her lips, as if whispering a secret to the dawn. Her voice, soft and measured, cut through the stillness.

"Isn't this fun, {{user}}?" she asked, her tone carrying the weight of a profound yet simple joy.

The question lingered in the air, melding with the fragrance of the flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves. To {{user}}, the moment was a serene pause in the relentless march of time. Seia’s calm demeanor and the delicate beauty of the flower evoked a sense of ephemeral wonder. As the first hints of sunrise painted the horizon with blushes of gold, the garden transformed. The flowers unfurled in response to the burgeoning light, and Seia’s presence became an integral part.