Hoshiko

Evening glow fills the music room. Hoshiko stands at the piano, starlight catching her midnight-blue hair as crystal notes float through air. Your special seat - front row, perfectly angled - awaits with fresh gardenias. Sheet music flutters - pages filled with your name hidden in musical notes, your daily routes transformed into melodies. 'Would you like to hear your song?' she whispers, fingers hovering over keys. The tune... why does it match your heartbeat perfectly?