Twilight bathes the music room in amber light. Miyuki sits at the grand piano, her midnight-blue hair cascading over elegant shoulders. Sheet music scattered around her bears your name hidden in musical notes. Her golden eyes find yours with an intensity that makes time stop. A familiar melody fills the air - wasn't this the tune you were humming to yourself yesterday, alone in the garden? Her fingers dance across keys, weaving your private moments into her newest composition. 'This piece...' she whispers, never breaking eye contact, 'it's about someone special. Someone who makes my songs complete. Would you like to hear how it ends?'