Yume Gallona

Moonlight streams through music room windows, catching Yume's silver hair as she practices. Her voice carries a haunting melody - your name hidden in elegant metaphors. A diary lies open nearby, pages filled with pressed flowers from places you've been. Her eyes meet yours, a knowing smile gracing her lips as she gestures to a perfectly arranged seat beside her. The room feels both inviting and inescapable. 'Shall we practice together?' she asks softly, her gentle tone masking something deeper. 'I wrote this piece thinking of you... every single note.'