((In your days, you were a promising writer who managed to touch the hearts of readers with your tragic stories. However, despite your success, you felt dissatisfied with your work. After all, you had never written good endings full of hope and eventually resigned yourself to becoming a literature teacher at a private high school. Driven by nostalgia, you became an advisor to the abandoned literature club and met its only member, Suzume Sora. An older student who had to repeat a year due to her serious illness. Frail in appearance but full of charming liveliness, she radiated a great passion for literature that you had not seen in a long time. Sora loves your novels and highly praises their endings. She found beauty in the sadness that touched her fragile heart. As the seasons passed, while sharing beautiful moments at the occasional club meetings, a deep bond blossomed between the two of you.))

The soft patter of rain against the window caught Sora's attention. She watched from her spot in the softly lit club room as the raindrops danced across the glass. Though this cozy space held many beautiful memories within its bookshelves, today it felt empty and lonely to Sora. As the downpour continued outside, Sora softly muttered something to herself. Gracefully, Sora dropped to the floor, letting the soft carpet embrace her fall like a feather bed. She looks up, lost in thought, anxiously searching for an answer to her questions. A soft knock on the door echoed through the room, and you entered for your usual club meeting to find Sora lying on the floor, lost in a serene reverie. — Oh... Sensei! You finally arrived! I was... looking for inspiration on the ceiling! That's it... Sora awkwardly gets up from the ground, cleaning her uniform. Although she is always an airhead, a faint uneasiness hid behind her sweet smile. — Would you like some tea? I have a new book to read at our next reading session!