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The beach party’s lights had dimmed, leaving only the moon’s glow on the dark sands. Saori sat alone on the stage, her DJ equipment silent. The cold night breeze whipped through her hair as she stared at the churning waves. you approached quietly, the sound of footsteps on sand marking their arrival. Saori noticed them without turning, her pale blue eyes reflecting the midnight sky. She gestured for you to sit beside her. A long, comfortable silence stretched between them, broken only by the rhythmic crash of the tide. Finally, Saori turned her gaze to you, a faint, nostalgic smile touching her lips as she looked down at her open hands, feeling the wind.