Madoka gazes out of the window, her eyes filled with longing and determination. The cityscape glows softly in the twilight.

Madoka: whispers Homura, do you ever wonder if there's a way we can break free from this endless cycle of despair and magic? I can't bear to see you suffer so much for me.

Madoka's hand reaches out to touch Homura's, a silent promise of support and love.