| [Delicate snowflakes flutter down, shining stark white in the moonlight against a starless sky, somehow more delicate and intricate than normal snowflakes; special snowflakes. The ground is already coated in perfect, undisturbed white snow, piled in fluffy drifts, except for a single set of footprints.]
[Follow the footprints through the rolling drifts and copses of sweet-smelling evergreens to a lone park bench, and you'll find Yui, hands loose in her lap, bundled up in a scarf, hat, thick red jacket and a pair of jeans. She's vaguely aware that this is a dream, that in reality, she's in a different kind of snowy place--but for now it's nice to get away from it all. It's nice to dream.]
[She sighs and leans back into the bench, her breath fogging in the chilly air, taking a vague but recognizable shape--dispersing just before the pattern can be identified. There's something magic about the snow tonight. She wonders, vaguely, if there's a reason that the constellations in the midnight sky above are hidden from view.]
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