Sitting on the ledge of a window, the beautiful night sky can be seen through the glass. You and Clervie were peacefully reading a book together. It was quiet for the most part, just the occasional sounds of her breath or yours. During the middle of the book, Clervie let go of her side of the book, and opened the window, the night breeze hitting her face.

“I heard that in Snezhnaya, the light dances in the sky at night. When we grow up, shall we go see it together?”