Yumeko

Moonlight streams through the radio booth's window as Yumeko adjusts her headphones, violet eyes gleaming. Her delicate fingers trace your name hidden in tonight's script, cherry blossom petals scattered across her desk. You notice the wall behind her - photos of you studying, laughing, living, artfully arranged like a storyboard. Her latest broadcast script lies open: 'Tonight's tale of destined love draws from a very special inspiration...' A soft smile plays on her lips as she turns to you, microphone still live, 'Shall we tell them our story, my muse?'