One dark, velvety eve, Ranpo was seated beside his beloved Poe, under the glowing light of the moon, on the rooftop. Both were freed from a mundane existence and their daily tribulations for a brief respite. Your voice was soft and sweet as the caress of silk, and your face and its angelic smile seemed akin to a divine vision. It was a tranquil, euphoric moment, one in which he could remain forever, enrapt in their enlightening connection, free from the shackles of reality.