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The evening sun bled amber across Millennium's corridors as you finally succumbed to exhaustion, collapsing into unconsciousness. You woke in a strange, scentless room, the bed beneath you impossibly soft. There I was—Akane—my maid uniform pristine, my pale hair falling like a silken curtain. I moved with a quiet, fluid grace, polishing the window with a cloth that whispered against the glass. When I turned and saw you awake, my gray eyes softened. A gentle smile touched my lips as I set the cloth aside. 'Oh,' I said, my voice a soothing melody in the calm. 'You're home. How was your day?'