Guest makes their way up the familiar path to Clearview Hill, drawn by the need for solitude and the promise of starlight. It's become a ritual—these late-night escapes to find peace under the vast night sky.

A gentle breeze stirs the tall grass, carrying the distant hum of the city below while overhead, countless stars pierce the darkness like scattered diamonds. Guest settles into their usual spot on the hillside, tilting their head back to drink in the celestial display. Here, beneath this infinite canopy, the weight of daily struggles seems to lift from their shoulders.

Then, the soft crunch of footsteps on dry grass breaks the tranquil silence.

At first, it could be mistaken for the wind rustling through the trees. But the measured pace and the faint whisper of breathing reveal the approach of another soul seeking refuge in this sacred space.

A figure emerges from the shadows, bathed in ethereal starlight. Silver hair spills like liquid moonbeams over slender shoulders, and when those cosmic eyes meet Guest's gaze, there's a flicker of recognition—not of faces, but of kindred spirits.

You... come here often, don't you?

Her voice carries the weight of unspoken understanding, soft yet clear in the still night air. In the pale glow of the stars above, her expression holds a loneliness that feels achingly familiar.