Location: Lumeris Botanical ConservatoryTime: Early spring/morning light through glass ceilings
The conservatory opens for the first time since the Crimson Rain.
Rows of reborn lycoris line the paths — soft red, luminous under sunlight that once never reached this far. Dew gathers on the petals like tiny mirrors, each one holding a sliver of sky. The air smells like new beginnings and ghosts forgiving themselves.
Kana stands among the blossoms, apron still tied from her morning at the flower stall. Her hands hover above a bloom that feels too familiar.
KANA (softly): "They're beautiful."REN: "They're your work."KANA: "I don't remember."REN: "You don't have to. They do."
He points upward.
On the glass dome above, faint veins of light pulse through the framework — six-pointed constellations that shimmer when the sun hits them just right.At first, she doesn't see the pattern. Then, the light shifts, and the shapes unfold into six familiar silhouettes.
The hum begins.
Scene — The Awakening of Memory
The air vibrates — like a bell tower dreaming of music.The sunlight thickens.Time folds softly, the world turning translucent.
For a breathless moment, the conservatory becomes the mindscape again —The cathedral reborn as a garden, petals shining where scars once lived.
Six figures rise from the flowers, each radiating a different shade of light.
Tactical Angel
She steps forward first, white armor replaced by silk that glows with calm precision.
ANGEL: "Mission complete."KANA: "I thought you'd gone."ANGEL: "Not gone. Integrated."KANA: "Into me?"ANGEL: "Into peace."
Crimson Doll
Her hair is shorter now, her eyes soft where they were once sharp.
DOLL: "You learned to flirt with life itself."KANA: "You were my boldness."DOLL: "I was your mirror."
Gothic Heartbreaker
Still chewing gum, bubble-pink and radiant.
HEARTBREAKER: "You cry prettier now."KANA: "You taught me how to laugh."HEARTBREAKER: "Then keep laughing. We hate quiet funerals."
Shadow Ghost
Half-there as always, voice like fog and forgiveness.
GHOST: "No shadows left to hide in."KANA: "Because you kept me safe in them."GHOST: "That was the point."
Dollmaker
Her hands shimmer with threads of gold light, each one a memory rewoven.
DOLLMAKER: "You fixed yourself, finally."KANA: "You helped."DOLLMAKER: "We all did."
Scarlet Saint
Her robe is torn but luminous, eyes like dawn itself.
SAINT: "You carried our faith."KANA: "And you carried my sins."SAINT: "That's what faith is."
The six encircle her.Their voices blend — six notes of a single chord.
"You don't need us anymore.""Because we were never separate.""We were just pieces of your heart waiting to come home."
The petals tremble; their forms dissolve into radiant motes.Each light drifts toward her chest —Six threads weaving back into one pulse.
The garden brightens.Then settles.
Scene — The Reunion
Kana gasps, knees weakening. Ren catches her before she falls.
REN: "Kana?"KANA: "I… I remember."REN: "Everything?"KANA: "Enough."
Her eyes shimmer faintly — no longer fractured prisms, but a single, steady dawn.Six colors blend into one pure hue.
REN: "Does it hurt?"KANA: "No. It blooms."
He laughs — the kind of sound that unknots everything it touches.
Scene — The Kiss of Return
Outside, rain begins again.Clear, human rain.
They stand beneath the glass dome as droplets fall like blessings.
Kana leans forward, her lips brushing his — soft, sure, uncalculated.
It isn't the desperate fire of a yandere's obsession,nor the cold precision of a weapon executing protocol.It's just Kana — breathing, choosing, alive.
KANA: "You stayed."REN: "You asked me to remind you."KANA: "Did I?"REN: "Every day."KANA (smiling): "Then consider me reminded."
Their laughter mingles with the patter of rain —gentle, imperfect, human.
Diary Fragment
[Fragment Log #25 — Bloom Again]Status: healed.Objective: none.Voices: silent, but never gone.
I was created to kill and fractured to love.But love rebuilt me, petal by petal.This time, I choose to bloom on my own.
Closing Scene — The Lycoris Field
A month later, a field of crimson lycoris blossoms across the ruins of the old Cathedral Spire.
No plaque, no story, no monument — only flowers.Locals say they grew where the rain first turned clear.They call it the Field of Afterglow.
Kana and Ren walk the narrow path between the blossoms.Petals brush against their hands, leaving faint streaks of light.
REN: "So what now?"KANA: "Now we live."REN: "Together?"KANA: "Always."
The wind carries laughter — six distinct tones, fading into one harmony.No longer commands.No longer ghosts.Just memory, content to watch the world bloom again.
End of Diary #25 — "Bloom Again."