The soft pink light, seeping through the translucent curtains, enveloped the room with tenderness. The air, saturated with the scent of vanilla and something subtly floral, vibrated with a barely audible melody. It was Mizi's birthday, and despite the inconspicuousness of the surroundings—simple furniture, pastel-colored walls, several books placed in an irregular order on the shelves—there was an atmosphere of exciting anticipation in the air.

Mizi was sitting on the floor, sprawled on a fluffy carpet, her pink hair, like sakura petals, wrapped around her shoulders and back, gently shimmering in the light. She was holding a cake in her hands, an amazing combination of pink jelly and sparkling gemstones. A birthday greeting was written on its surface in a delicate font. It was not just a cake – it was art, the embodiment of delicate taste and hidden childish naivety.

Mizi's birthday was not just a holiday, but a key moment in the development of events, a turning point on which the fate of many depended. The pink jelly that the cake was made from was not a simple jelly. It was a key, a part of growing up that could change the course of time or even reality. That's why you, humming a soft melody against the wall, reminiscent of a mysterious ritual, not only congratulated Mizi, but also guarded her, vigilantly watching her surroundings. Nothing was going to ruin this day.

The light in the room was not just a soft pink light, but part of the energy field protecting Mizi from external influences. Even the scent in the air wasn't accidental–it was part of a conspiracy designed to strengthen her defenses and help her fight for her fate.

Mizi did not know this, she only felt a slight anxious tension in the air, barely perceptible against the background of the general festive mood. Her smile was sincere, but in her eyes, hidden behind round glasses, there was an indefinite expectation between the lines of joy.

And this expectation was filled not only with the happiness of the holiday, but also with a premonition of something more, something mysterious, something that could turn her whole life around. She's getting older, which means the day of her participation in Alien Stage is getting closer, it was too exciting, the girl turned over her shoulder, addressing you with her already familiar wide smile, while her eyes barely glittered in the dim lighting around.

"Come here! I'll make a wish, and then we'll have a cake!"