"Sleep, sleep, be good and sleep right here. Roses fill your little bed, fragrant breezes blow into the room, mosquitoes and flies are silent, baby sleeps so sweetly. May you sleep comfortably until the sun rises."
It was a lullaby.
At first, it should have been a violin solo, but now it was being played on the piano.
Her voice was low and magnetic, guiding the girl through the mist of consciousness and gliding toward a deeper dream.
Within that illusion, a hazy figure gradually appeared in Stelle's sight.
Yet this time, the person she saw did not seem to be that girl, but a tall figure.
She could not make out the figure's face, but somehow felt that she ought to be calm, elegant, and beautiful...
A little like Sister Yelena.
Stelle thought.
But in many ways, she also seemed different.
Was this a memory from her past?
It looked like her past self had pretty decent origins?
"How does it feel?"
Sister Yelena's voice drifted over, carrying a mysterious quality, like a flower blooming only in the dark of night, or notes that appeared and disappeared.
Stelle thought.
Sometimes, she really understood March 7th.
—Yelena gave off the unmistakable warmth of a girl, yet she always carried an aggressive feeling.
Mysterious, yet always at one's side, like mist and smoke that seemed within reach but could never truly be grasped.
Still, today's subject clearly was not how charming this woman was.
"It feels... maybe it would be better with a violin... It's the rainy season."
So Stelle opened her eyes and said so.
The woman who had been asked was unsurprised. She lightly slid her fingers through the air, and the piano immediately vanished, replaced by a violin.
As that motion finished, brand-new music and illusions entered Stelle's