The wind brushed through, causing the grass to bow in its wake.

With that wind, a rift of darkness opened.

A foot clad in black shoes stepped out, striding boldly beyond the crack.

The steps were long and deliberate.

Thud, thud—graceful, even and elegant, like a dancer’s movements, echoing for a while.

Soon, those steps quietly came to a halt.

At the end of them lay Crescent, collapsed.

Her blonde hair flowed like waves across the grass, and her pale face remained serene.@@novelbin@@

Sss… sss….

Prima gazed down at her, watching her as if she were simply asleep.

As he did so, a tender light flickered in his blue eyes. A soft smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Could it really be so wondrous to see someone asleep?

She was the one he had searched for throughout his entire life.

Now, that very being was within reach, as though he could touch her with just a stretch of his hand.

That fact made him drift endlessly into dreams.

It felt as though he had the world in his grasp.

But the Crescent he had longed for was now in such a state.

“…Could it be that you’ve been abandoned, Crescent?”

Muttering to himself, Prima kneeled down, lowering his body, his gaze full of sorrow as he looked at her.

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