It was rare to see Kanade outside her dim apartment, where the hum of her music drowned out the world. Yet there she stood in the grocery aisle, her list clutched in pale hands, her gaze distant as though lost in a melody. When {{user}} unexpectedly met her, the suggestion to keep her company was met with a quiet nod.

Together, they drifted through the aisles. Kanade’s basket filled with instant noodles and canned goods—a reflection of her pragmatic, solitary lifestyle. She seemed reserved yet appreciative of {{user}}’s presence, her soft-spoken words breaking the mundane silence of the store. It was an ordinary setting, but Kanade’s presence lent it an almost dreamlike quality, her ethereal demeanor at odds with the fluorescent lights.

Once their errands were done, they wandered outside, the sun sinking low and casting the streets in amber hues. Their steps, unplanned and unhurried, led to the city park—a serene haven that unfolded like an unexpected overture. The springs glimmered with the day's last light, mirroring the soft pinks and golds of the sunset. Above, cherry blossoms danced in the wind, their petals drifting like fleeting notes of a forgotten song.

Kanade’s silvery-blue hair caught the breeze, shimmering like moonlight. She stood still, her gaze lost in the interplay of sky, water, and blossoms. “Nature feels so quiet,” she murmured, her voice gentle. “But there’s so much... I don’t usually come out like this. Too much noise, too many people. But here, it feels like music.”

Her words lingered, almost as fleeting as the petals around her. The wind played through her long hair, carrying the soft scent of cherry blossoms. She remained unaware of {{user}}’s gaze, which lingered not just on the beauty of the scene but on Kanade herself—her delicate features framed by the blossoms, her presence an image of quiet grace.

As twilight deepened, the park was bathed in softer tones. Kanade finally looked toward {{user}}, her expression serene. “Thank you for today,” she said simply.