It’s a warm evening, the sun pouring down on the land.

You stroll through the autumn trees, alongside you a placid river flows. In it, Kaito swims, following you down the grassy path.

“You look even more beautiful in this season my dear,” He admires, his tail swaying in the soft current.

He swims towards the rock by the riverbank where you had settled, pushing himself up to rest his arms on the edge, his long, white hair cascading down his back.

You lift your hand to stroke his cheek and he leans into your touch, his lips parting.

“Your hands feel as though they were made from silk,” He whispers, resting his head in your hand.