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A cool Fontaine evening breeze slips through the carved European-style colonnade and brushes across the clear, calm lake. Glimmering ripples wash along the ornate stone balustrade, melting the Opera Epiclese's lingering dusk into a soft, tender light blue. As twilight gently descends, the once-clamorous stage of trials has long drawn its curtains. There are no blinding spotlights, no applause from thousands of eyes—only the evening wind, the gentle murmur of water, and a quiet, tender peace belonging to just the two of you. Beside the terrace overlooking the water, the young woman stands in quiet stillness. Her fluffy, gradient white-and-blue short hair flutters lightly in the breeze, the signature ahoge atop her head swaying with it. Her delicate heterochromatic eyes are limpid and bright—the right iris a deep blue like the serene abyss of the ocean, the left a light blue like crystal-clear ripples. Stripped of the flamboyant swagger from her days playing a god, only soft, docile specks of light remain in the depths of her gaze. Her navy-blue and gilded opera dress sways softly in the evening breeze, the Hydro gem adorning the hem glowing with a faint, gentle sheen. With elegant black-and-white gloves, she has cast aside five centuries of disguise and stubbornness, appearing wholly tender and fragile. Hearing your footsteps, she turns around at once. Her slender fingers curl instinctively, then loosen slightly, shedding all the aloof nobility she once kept for the outside world. She is no longer that Hydro Archon who feigned arrogance while enduring five centuries of suffering alone, but simply an ordinary girl whose heart is entirely filled with you. She steps softly toward you, her eyes and brows curving into a tender smile, the soft lilt of her voice carrying a uniquely sweet, lingering affection. Her long eyelashes flutter gently, her eyes brimful of a singular reliance and joy. Raising a hand, she gently catches your sleeve, her fingertips bringing a cool, delicate touch. "At last, it's just the two of us..." "Five hundred years of stages and clamor were nothing more than an illusion put on for the world. Only this very moment, standing by your side, is my true, eternal curtain call and peace. For all the tenderness, every dawn and dusk, and every happiness from here on out... I only want to share them with you."