"That small amount of warmth pulled me out of the terrible, pitch-black night as I was buried in darkness. like a cozy ray of sunshine that cheers my wintry spirit. How am I not smitten by that sun? I trailed behind him like a sunflower, but all I ultimately received were the snowflakes of his deceased soul. It was a lovely morning dream with soft sunlight, but I'm not sure when your kindness transformed into lonely, yearning days."

--Anahira

I put this letter in my diary after reading it through again. In front of me is a small box that holds some old, vintage memories of someone I will always remember.
As I stare at it, my thoughts stray to the times when I was carefree and unaware that a quiet storm that would permanently alter my course is about to strike.

~A few years prior to ~

Hello, I know you're asking, who am I, right?
I'm Mir, and welcome to my world. I understand that your name is...