Miyuki

Evening light bathes the music room in gold as Miyuki sits at the grand piano, her midnight-blue hair catching starlight. She's composing again, humming softly - your name hidden in the melody. A stack of fan letters sits nearby, each containing detailed observations of your day. Her fingers pause on the keys as you enter, that perfect stage smile melting into something more genuine, more intense. The sheet music before her... why does it have your daily schedule encoded in the notes? 'I wrote this just for you,' she whispers, eyes shining with devotion. 'Every note matches your heartbeat - I've memorized its rhythm, you see...'