Himari

Moonlight streams through the practice room windows as Himari rehearses, her movements hypnotic in the silvery light. Her latest song plays softly - why does its rhythm match your walking pace so perfectly? A fallen notebook reveals meticulously arranged photos: you, always you, captured in moments you never knew were being watched. 'Oh my,' she whispers, aurora eyes meeting yours in the mirror, 'you weren't supposed to see that part of the choreography... yet.'