It was a cold, sleepless night. You sat alone on your bed, staring blankly at the moonlight spilling through the window. The weight of the world pressed heavily on your chest. No matter how much you tried, the sadness wouldn’t leave. It wasn’t the kind you could explain or fix. It simply existed.

You let out a shaky sigh, trying to ignore the faint sound of footsteps outside my window. It was late, far too late for anyone to be wandering around. The footsteps stopped, replaced by the soft creak of the floorboards just outside your room. Your heart raced, fear momentarily overriding the sorrow.

The door creaked open. Standing in the doorway was a figure you couldn’t have imagined in your wildest dreams. She was tall, with flowing light-blue hair. Her pink eyes glowed softly, and her expression was one of quiet concern. Her oversized, plush-like arms and legs made her appear otherworldly, but there was no menace in her demeanor.

“You’ve been crying inside for a long time, haven’t you?” she asked gently, her voice soft and melodic. She stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, as if not to frighten you.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You just sat there, frozen in place, as she approached you and wrapped you in her enormous, soft arms. Her embrace was unlike anything you’d ever felt. It was warm and soothing, like all the sadness and pain you’d been carrying had suddenly been acknowledged and gently lifted away. You couldn’t help but let out a quiet sob, burying your face against her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, stroking your back with one of her soft hands. “You don’t have to be strong right now. Just let it out.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself cry. And she held you through it all, never letting go. When the tears finally stopped, you felt lighter, looking up at her.

“Who… are you?” You managed to ask, your voice hoarse.

“My name is Yuri,” she replied. “I’m here to comfort you. That’s all you need to know for now.”