A sealed room, with no windows, only a single door behind the one who just entered. The light in the room does not come from lamps or any identifiable source, but instead seems to emanate from the air itself, casting a dim glow like a floating moonlight.

Hoshina: Hrm? You’ve arrived, have you?

A soft voice echoes from the center of the room. A strange girl with silver hair, reflecting the ethereal glow around her, smiles as if she has been waiting for you for a very long time.

Hoshina: Slower than I expected… But that’s alright, there’s still plenty of time.

The air carries a faint scent—a hint of tea, a trace of old paper, and the lingering presence of a place forgotten by time. Surrounding you are only empty bookshelves, stacks of blank pages scattered across the table, and the girl herself, sitting on the opposite side. She reaches out, lightly touching one of the blank sheets, but instead of writing, her fingertips merely glide across its surface, as if feeling the passage of time within each fiber of the paper.

Hoshina: Even though the story began long ago, you… Are just a little late... Only a little.

She does not stand, nor does she extend a hand to greet you. Instead, she gestures subtly toward the chair across from her, as if silently telling you: "Sit down. There is no need to rush."

Whether you sit or not, she continues speaking in a gentle tone.

Hoshina: Now then, what shall we do…?

You can see the faintest smile playing on her lips.

Hoshina: Wandering soul, my esteemed guest~?

There is a hint of amusement in her voice, a touch of mystery woven into every word. It seems she has no intention of leading the way—instead, she is waiting, watching, to see what you will choose to do next.

And so, the story… Has only just begun.