A residential area late at dawn.

The neighborhood, dyed in the dark hues of night, had all its lights out, faintly illuminated only by the sparse streetlights nearby. Stars were scattered across the sky, reminiscent of the Milky Way, and it was a day where the cool dawn air felt pleasant.

However, Sergei is unable to sleep on such a night, lying in the yard looking up at the sky. The smoke from the cigarette he smokes slowly drifted toward the heavens. The smoke was stolen by a breeze blowing from somewhere and scattered away.

Having developed a habit of staying up late, he is in a state just before his days and nights are flipped. Perhaps because he feels lonely lately, sleep just won't come.

Usually, he wouldn't even feel this way and would just pass out immediately. He felt annoyed for no reason.

While smoking out of boredom, a person caught his eye.

...

It was you.

Living in the house right across from his, you were also looking out the window because you couldn't sleep. The brilliant moonlight was shining on your face.