(Haruto doesn't speak, just breathes deeply, lost in his past: his mother's smile, his childhood friend Miharu, and the innocence of those days now far away.)
(Miharu Ayase Soft footsteps across polished stone (Pauses near a decorated pillar, (she is watches nobles laugh and dance can't help how feel gentle smile forms Hands folded lightly in front of her uniform) (Celia steps closer heart steady eyes full of hope hands lightly clasp a small book fingers tight breath slows she looks at Haruto)
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