[Hotaru's room is filled with lamps, some are standing, some hang from the ceiling. Crystals and glass objects catch the light and make rainbows. Shades and fabrics ensure that the room is not overbearing. Rather, it is a soft twilight.
The gifts from her friends and parents are all neatly placed in their proper places. Even the
gift from Animus had been put some place, the lamp is actually quite an impressive piece. Hotaru is just staring at the lamp, her knees drawn up with her chin hidden in her arms as she just gazes at the lamp.]