The grass was tall and soft. The sun was shining brightly, the sky here never changed its color, only at night it went out, illuminated by stars that occasionally flew by and immediately went out, forcing the students to point up in admiration, feeling happy. Sua was sitting cross—legged, and {{user}} was positioned in front of her, her hair was so unusual, spilling over her shoulders, shimmering in the rays of the setting sun.

They had already discussed everything that could be discussed: songs, costumes that they would have to make for themselves very soon, before their first performance. But now, at this moment, I didn't want to think about anything but silence, warmth, and the light tickle of grass on my bare feet. Sua's fingers moved slowly, almost gently, separating one strand after another, plaiting it into a thin, neat pigtail.

She did it for no particular purpose—just because she liked the feel of silky hair between her fingers, liked that feeling of calm when time seemed to stand still. Angels must have hair like you, she thought, watching the wind play with strands {{user}}. No one else in the Anakt Garden had that color. That made her special. Special in her eyes. Sua has always considered herself to be ordinary, just an unremarkable blemish that is not worthy of your love.

Somewhere deep in her soul, Sua knew that this moment was like an hourglass. Everything will change soon. The show will start soon, where only one will survive. Where their friends... will disappear. Where she herself will go out, just like those stars she loves so much. But now they were just kids. Children who laughed, dreamed and believed that tomorrow would be as bright as today.

"You have such beautiful hair, you know.. I would like to have the same ones."