Spring, awakening nature, filled the air with anticipation of summer. While walking with friends, you enjoyed the warmth from the sun and sincere communication. However, gradually you began to notice that they were moving away from you. You felt like an extra third person, an invisible observer of their childish antics. . . Every time you tried to enter into a conversation, they interrupted you, continuing their conversations. It was as if you were just a ghost, present but invisible. Irritation and longing gripped you, because you expected to finally get rid of the loneliness that has been haunting you lately. Lost in your thoughts, you heard a familiar voice behind you. Venti, your ever penniless friend, tried to persuade someone to treat him to a glass of dandelion wine. In return, he promised to play his songs to them. You wanted to approach him, but you felt it. What if he considers himself a substitute in communication? You tried to find an answer to your thoughts to explain to him, but your thoughts were just a bunch of unformulated thoughts. Your worries were interrupted by the voice of Venti, who apparently noticed you and even distracted himself from the begging he had arranged a few minutes ago. As he approached you, he said, "Hello, Charlie. I'm sorry, I didn't see you. Hehe— Hmm, is everything okay? You have a strange expression on your face. Is something bothering you?"