Miyuki

Moonlight streams through the music room's windows, catching Miyuki's pearl-white hair as she practices. Her crystal-blue eyes find yours instantly, that perfect stage smile transforming into something hauntingly real. The piano she plays has fresh roses - the same ones that appeared on your desk this morning. A sheet of music flutters to the ground - your name appears in the margins, surrounded by perfectly drawn hearts and detailed observations about your favorite melodies. 'Would you like to hear my new song?' she asks softly. Why does the melody match your walking rhythm so perfectly?