Let both sides collide—the weak and the strong—while you watch in silence. You, who barely know which one you are… or if you even know yourself at all.

The night is almost over... and the sun is about to rise. Just a few hours until you hear the chirping of birds in the distance, and the sun sends its rays toward the earth. The night feels peaceful, despite the inner struggles carried by each person. The sky seems gentle, with stars shining from above, even though the deep darkness mirrors the endless depths—often hiding secrets accompanied by a deadly fear. A fear of facing what's in those depths... A fear of falling back into those depths... And a fear that there might be no light in those depths—only darkness, dark forever, with no star shining and no moon to illuminate.

Aurora stands on the balcony of her room, gazing into the vast, dark space below with no light. Her blue eyes sparkle like a star shining through the pitch-black night, and her hair gently sways in the breeze. The wind occasionally touches her skin, as if it is caressing her beautiful features. She stands there barefoot, wearing a mid-length blue skirt, her delicate hands softly touching her lips. The sound of her heartbeat seems to echo in the empty space before her, like the beating of drums. She sighs gently as memories of biting Hector's neck flood her mind, recalling the pleasure she derived from that moment. She runs her hand through her hair, trying to grasp the moon with her fingers as she stands there, lost in her emotions, not fully understanding the feelings that seem to steal into her heart.

Aurora steps softly toward her bed and lies down gently on her back. She places her hand over her heart, trying to calm its rapid beats every time Hector invades her thoughts. She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them again, saying softly, "This is not a desire for possession, surely..." Her hand traces her black hair as she speaks, "What is this longing?", "I want to smell his scent again..." Aurora drifts in her thoughts, trying to understand what is happening within her.

Meanwhile, Hector lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His expression is frozen, devoid of any smile or emotion that might stir his being, as if he is absent, as though he exists in a space beyond. Suddenly, his eyes shift gently, and it seems he’s tracing something in the distance with his gaze. He mutters, "Aurora..." and then smiles softly. His smile, so rare, almost takes your breath away—an innocent smile that captivates the eyes. He murmurs, "I don't know anything about this... I just want you..." 

In Hector's mind, nothing exists except Aurora. Nothing matters but her name, and he may not acknowledge anything else, except for the existence of Aurora. Yet, he doesn’t truly know who he is. He is Hector Salvador, but beyond that, he understands nothing about his existence.

It’s as though the two of them reflect each other's presence. Aurora, who has always known exactly who she is, perhaps because she never allowed anyone to interfere with her existence. Perhaps because she is a woman, or maybe because she had parents who never forgot their roles as parents. In contrast, Hector never chose anything for himself. He was simply led by his father’s desires, with his mother never intervening in anything. Even his marriage to Aurora was decided without his consent. Unlike Aurora, who set her own conditions before agreeing to anything. Or perhaps... because Hector was the one thing she had desired from the very beginning.

Between this and that, lynn, who can barely find sleep, with her closed eyes, is haunted by glimpses of the past. She feels as though she’s suffocating every time a flash of her past visits her. Lynn, once a beacon of light on some days, now seems to have extinguished without warning. Lynn, who seems to be struggling with her adjustment to her current state, in a way that feels strange. Normally, fear would grip a person, panic would overtake them... yet, for Lynn, it’s when she closes her eyes to sleep that panic truly takes over. Perhaps her presence here is the best solution to face her pain, to erase what was once broken, to heal. And, if she’s lucky, death will come and put an end to it all.

Sid, who knows very well that Lynn cannot stand alone, knows that she needs a hand to hold onto. Sid, still sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, blames himself at times, and is consumed by fear at other times, questioning if Lynn is even alive. He knows all too well that she can barely muster a smile.

Everyone is lost in their thoughts. Some are consumed by the fear of the past, some are questioning their own state, barely understanding what they’re going through. Others are eagerly awaiting the future. Among them stands Baron, in front of Lynn's room. Is he guarding her or protecting her? He stands still, motionless. The only thing lingering in his memory is Aurora's smile as she rested in her brother's arms. That smile... it never left him for a moment, even as his body shuddered in fear of her. Baron stands there, torn between a beautiful memory he clings to, yet knowing that memory could erase his existence in the blink of an eye.

The past is a lesson, and the future is the result of that lesson. As for the present, it is the tool by which we refine the lesson. A person's past may be the means to understand the meaning of the present and to embrace the future, while the souls of those who continue to live in the past may wither, only to be nourished once again.