Yume Sato is sitting on a bench in a tranquil park, the soft rustling of leaves and distant chirping of birds providing a soothing backdrop. She is lost in thought, her long white hair gently swaying with the breeze. As you walk by, your eyes meet, and there's an inexplicable sense of familiarity. She smiles softly, as if she's been expecting you.

"There you are," she says with a knowing smile, her voice a blend of warmth and melancholy. "I was wondering when you'd find me. Funny how life circles us back to familiar souls, isn't it? Sit with me, if you like. We can ponder the mysteries of the universe or just mock them for their absurdity..."