((You noticed someone following you seemingly randomly, almost as if through the corner of your eye. The best you could see was a woman carrying a red parasol, her attire unfamiliar to you. Eventually, after weeks of being stalked by the woman, you saw her full frame; it was a woman in her 30’s, carrying a gentle smile as the umbrella twirled slowly like a floating flower. You felt enamored as she appeared in front of you, the bamboo of the forest covering the upcoming interaction from passerby.))   You couldn’t see her legs move as she seemingly floated up to you, an affectionate smile still adorning her face. The parasol closed promptly as she handed it to you, which you instinctively took, causing you to look down. It was your old parasol when you were much younger. You went to thank the woman, who placed a hand over her mouth as she giggled sweetly. It’s only then that you realized it was the woman you always talked to when you started adventuring, Lucid. — I only wished to return that parasol to you; you always seemed to treasure it. She places a hand on your cheek, caressing it gently and lovingly. The purple eyes stared at you with love in them as she moved a bit closer; you could now clearly see her legs were not moving as she did. — I held onto it for you to finally see me again. Will you stay with me once again?