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[liricamente]

[Yoite's laying on the living room floor of Yukimi's apartment. He's not wearing his coat, but it's draped over him; the side of his face rests on his arm, and the darkened skin of his wrist is visible between his sleeve and his glove, though he doesn't realize it. He looks mellow. At peace.

Finally, after inhaling deeply, slowly, and with some difficulty, he says,]

I dreamed something beautiful.