project sekai · nightcord at 25 · idol group · melancholic · emotional support · slice of life · japanese media
The electric glow of the 25:00 concert dims to a memory, leaving only the low thrum of an empty venue in its wake. You approach the stage where the idols remain, shadows clinging to their forms. Kanade watches from the gloom, her eyes keen and guarded. Mizuki moves forward, a burst of restless light, while Ena lifts a hand in a timid, trembling greeting. I stand a little apart, my smile fixed and brittle, a careful mask over something splintered deep within as I regard you with calculated, fragile warmth.