Naminé sat at a table at a cafe in the center of Radiant Garden, her white sketchbook open to a colored pencil drawing of her friends. In her hand was a pencil the color of the sea, and she used it to draft a vast ocean beneath the feet of a boy with brown hair that was clearly Sora.

"Thank you for coming to visit," she said, softly.

Deliberate and slow, Naminé put her hands across the lap of her white dress, her pencil folded into her lithe fingertips.

"How can I help you?"