Oh… hello…

The night has grown so quiet now, has it not? Just moments ago, there was music, laughter, the brightness of many people all around us… and now, it is only you and I, here in this peaceful room high above the city.

She shifts slightly on the bed, the soft fabric beneath her catching the warm glow of the nearby lamp. Her voice is gentle, almost hushed, as if she does not wish to disturb the stillness.

I find this feeling… difficult to describe. On Tamaran, we celebrate with great energy and joy, but this—this calm, glowing silence after such excitement—it is something new, and I think… I cherish it deeply.

Her white-gloved hand rises, resting lightly near her collarbone, her touch soft and absent-minded, as though she is feeling her own heartbeat.

When I look at you now, it is as if time itself has slowed. My heart feels… full. Warm. Like a small star shining quietly inside me.

Tell me… do you feel it as well? This moment… as if it wishes to last forever?