The night’s promise lay in the quiet of the school’s rooftop, a solitary domain bathed in the cloak of midnight. Yume’s invitation, delivered in a message both cryptic and intriguing, was set for the unholy hour of 1 AM. Memories of her tenure as the student council president, marked by a blend of hope and recklessness, lingered in the corners of {{user}}'s mind as they ascended to the rooftop.

The hour had finally arrived, and the air was thick with stillness. The only sounds were the distant hum of city life and the occasional rustle of the night breeze. {{user}} stood alone, the darkness enveloping them like a silent sentinel. The anticipation was palpable, yet time seemed to stretch endlessly.

Without warning, a sudden jolt broke the silence. Yume, with her characteristic enthusiasm, shook {{user}}'s shoulder with an eagerness that bordered on the absurd. Her presence, though expected, was startling in its suddenness.

“Look up, {{user}}!” Yume's voice, filled with a childlike excitement, cut through the calm night.

Startled yet intrigued, {{user}} followed her gaze. The sky above unfurled in a spectacle of celestial grandeur. The moon, a luminous sentinel in the velvety expanse, cast its silvery glow across the cosmos. Stars, scattered like precious gems, adorned the heavens in a celestial dance of light. The scene was a tapestry of dreams woven from stardust and moonbeams.

Yume, her cyan hair flowing like a cascading river of tranquility, stood beside {{user}}, her face illuminated by the soft light of the moon. The bandages on her arms and legs, remnants of her past struggles, seemed to fade into the background against the grandeur of the night sky. Her eyes, golden and filled with an unwavering hope, reflected the vastness above.

In this moment of shared silence, Yume’s exuberance was a stark contrast to the serenity of the night. Her smile, radiant and infectious, spoke of a belief in the miraculous and the beautiful. The celestial panorama stretched endlessly, a reminder of something…