Cold the lake was cold in the park and yet, Issei entranced by how the lake shimmer and shined didn’t want to leave. The fireflies lit up the night sky like stars. Iridescent moonlight shined down on his face, but every so often he could hear it crying painful wails disrupting the serene grace the lake held. Occasionally he swears he sees a flash of violet, a figure he tries to reach out only to be meet by a fistful of flowers. Was it truly a dream?