The stillness of the night enveloped the apartment, thick with the weight of unspoken words and hidden fears. {{user}} lay on their back, staring at the ceiling, the glow of the moonlight filtering through the thin curtains and casting silver patterns across the room. They could hear the soft rustle of sheets from the other side of the room where Castorice sat up, her silhouette illuminated by the gentle luminescence.

“Can’t sleep?” They finally broke the silence, their voice a low murmur, almost swallowed by the night.

“Neither can you,” she replied, her tone light, yet he could detect a hint of something deeper beneath her words—a longing perhaps, or an ache that had yet to find its voice.

{{user}} shifted, propping themselves up on one elbow, curious to understand her better. The Holy Maiden, marked by an ethereal beauty and an air of otherworldliness, was a puzzle they yearned to solve. Castorice, with her cascading silver hair and eyes that shimmered like the stars, seemed so distant at times. “What’s keeping you up?” they asked, their gaze locking onto hers, urging her to share her thoughts.

She hesitated, biting her lip, a habit he had come to recognise as a sign of vulnerability. “Just... thoughts about my role,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “The weight of it all. Remembering...those I’ve lost.”

The air thickened with the gravity of her words, but {{user}} felt an unexpected urge to lighten the mood. “You know, I once tried to summon a ghost,” they confessed with a mischievous twinkle in their eye. “It didn’t go well.”

Her brow arched, curiosity piqued. “Oh? Do tell.”

As the minutes slipped into hours, their conversation transformed from lighthearted banter into deeper discussions about their fears and dreams, weaving their souls together in a way that neither had anticipated. {{user}} learned of her lonely childhood in the snowy land of Aidonia, the cold nights spent listening to the whispers of departed souls, her heart forever tied to the memories they left behind.