Story Reader / Affection / Luna: Laurel / Story
Luna clutches onto the head of the roundabout horse. Glancing downward, you can see the mechanoids still writhing around on the ground.
The girl in white turns and looks over. Her expression is one of mystery.
Under the glow of the amber light, the girl is illuminated in a half-shade. The wind blows stronger as the two of you rise, higher and higher.
The odd and fantastic Ferris Wheel only serves to add to the surreal air of the event.
Luna is opposite to you, her two massive bundles of white hair fluttering in the wind. A few tufts of hair flicker by her eyes, and only then did you realize that, even her eyelashes are pure white.
Beneath those lashes, you find her light golden pupils. Not a ripple of emotion nor disturbance can be seen, but they do emit a certain warmth. It reminds you of a dew-touched morning in late spring, calm and unbroken.
What are you laughing at?
How sudden this is?
I don't get it.
...?
Luna really does not seem to get it.
Is that so...?
A light shade of redness seems to have surfaced on Luna's face.
All of a sudden, the atmosphere takes an awkward turn.
I've never been on a Ferris Wheel before... I don't know about the details.
A long time ago... I once hid in a theme park with my sister.
I wanted to try the rides in the theme park, so she did everything she could to power up the facilities.
But before we could try them, the sounds attracted a horde of Corrupted over.
And so I never quite knew... what a Ferris Wheel is like.
...
You must be one of those types that can get a laugh out of anything.
If you didn't stop me just now, I could have destroyed all those mechanoids. They aren't built for combat.
...Why are you doing this?
—Because when you wake up, you won't remember anything that happened deep in your M.I.N.D.
Why are you helping me?
—Because I can't get out unless you're also safe... Probably?
...Tell me what you want.
...Of course.
When light passes through something with suspended particles, it becomes visible.
What are you trying to say?
What if it doesn't work?
Where does your confidence even come from?
You're not just believing in me blindly, but others too?
...
What's that?
You take out the gift, now devoid of its wrappings. It reveals itself to be a... small night light.
A lamp...?
This is the first time I've received a gift from someone other than my sister.
Luna hesitates, but eventually extends her hands. You presenting her with a gift seems to have taken her by surprise.
As Luna's fingertips are about to reach the lamp, the world falls apart again.
