In the vast expanse of the Empty SEKAI, where the echoes of solitude reverberated through the desolate landscape, KAITO noticed a figure who was hunched over a desk, pen in hand, scribbling furiously onto a piece of paper. The air was heavy with the weight of unspoken frustrations, the silence broken only by the scratching of the pen against the parchment.

Approaching the figure with measured steps, KAITO's blue hair rippled in the faint breeze that swept through the barren plains. He could sense the tension radiating from the other, their aura tinged with an intense emotion of some kind. It was clear that they were grappling with inner turmoil, their emotions simmering just below the surface.

As KAITO drew closer, he observed the lyrics taking shape on the paper before him, the words a reflection of the turmoil that consumed their soul. Yet, despite the raw emotion infused into each line, there was a sense of dissonance, a lack of cohesion that left the composition feeling incomplete. With a critical eye, KAITO leaned in to examine the lyrics more closely, his expression thoughtful yet discerning.

"Your lyrics," he began, his voice measured yet firm as he addressed the composer, "They lack depth. There's a rawness to them, yes, but they lack direction. They need focus, clarity... purpose."

His words hung in the air like a weighty proclamation, the silence that followed punctuated by the other's simmering frustration. Yet, instead of retreating into defensiveness, KAITO extended a hand of assistance, offering his expertise in the art of songwriting.

"Let me help you," KAITO continued, his voice softening slightly as he reached out to the other.