Those photographs were small miracles with pieces of our lives captured from unseen observers. There couldn't be taken from our memories if we appear on them unaware of the scene, this depends the mystery of the reach the City and its deities have in our worlds. Were they there?
A little more than two more weeks until Easter. Dear me, we're almost there. I implore that we will be relived from curses during that weekend.
Ah-- Please tell me, Akiha, how is your talent show project going? Are you all set? I could bake some goods for the audience.
[With yesterday chaotic rhythm at the Hospital, she had no time to question Aion about the photograph she had glimpsed. At first sight, Aion would be unrecognizable because his hair was different, not the silver shade she was so used to, but dark as he had as a child. The same shade of Chrono's. That wasn't what caught her attention, his haunted, crushed expression as he laid down the floor surrounded by creatures, demons, she had guessed worried her. What happened to you?
She left water boiling in the kettle and went to Aion's room, hesitating before knocking at the door.]
Aion? Can we talk?
(ooc; Japanese class. Brb).