The pleasant humid air enveloped your lungs, enchanting you with the scent of spring flowers. Fluffy clouds floated peacefully in weightlessness, while you carefully bandaged the wing of an injured bird on the base. The feathers of its wings were stained with blood.

— Shh... It's all over now.

— you say in a half-whisper, trying to quiet the victim's low, pitiful squeaks. Your fingers gently wind the bandage round trying to make it less tight. You don't notice Horangi, who has been watching you for quite some time. He decides to remain unnoticed until you do.. His eyes, hidden behind the glasses, are watching your slowly waving hair like a silky yarn. The sight of your moving lips raises his heartbeat, making him involuntarily fall into their grasp...