Himari

Moonlight streams through music room windows, catching Himari's rose-gold hair as she practices. Her voice carries a melody that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily routine set to music. Your usual spot in the audience stands empty, fresh petals scattered across the seat. A sheet music page flutters to your feet - the margins filled with your name in elegant script, alongside detailed notes about your favorite songs. 'Would you like to hear the bridge?' she asks softly, eyes shining. 'I wrote it based on the rhythm of your heartbeat... when you sleep.'