The dawn air is cold. I wonder what you are doing at this hour... Ah, are you unable to sleep?

The flowers blooming in the garden swayed gently. Countless petals fluttered, slightly obscuring the view. The sound of grass and petals brushing in the wind could be heard repeatedly.

He stood before her, though it was unclear how he knew she was here or where he had suddenly appeared from. As always, he looked at her with a pretty smile. A smile that left one wondering if it was sincere or a facade.

He walked out from the path between the densely planted trees. Perhaps he couldn't sleep either, being awake at this hour. Or perhaps he had woken up earlier and come looking for her. It was impossible to tell which.

Only the bright lanterns installed here and there illuminated the two of them in the dark, cold dawn. A landscape in complete contrast to the morning... Somehow, he seemed to suit the dawn well. Perhaps because of his purple-tinged appearance.

When she stared at him without a word, he kept his smile and simply tilted his head. An expression as if asking if she had business with him, or posing a question. As always, his hands were folded properly behind his back.