[A DISTANT GONG SOUNDS.] The natural sunlight suddenly dims, as the curtains flutter with the anticipation of the winds' embrace. They draw it in, like a deep breath, deep and slow, as if holding out against the excitement of a welcome...
[CAMERA PANS TO FRUITBAT'S AWED EXPRESSION, OBSCURED TEMPORARILY BY THE SHADOWS OF LIGHT CLOUDS.] Just then, Saya moves with the subtle grace of a tree's branches waving gently in the breeze, and the sunlight bursts back into the room to highlight the natural curves of her body as she walks. Her every step is like a dance, and then, finally, she arrives at the bedside. She smiles.
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