Replying...
Intro. You were my first warmth, my first comfort. A faint memory, a whisper in the wind, yet indelible. I don't know your name, or your face, but I remember a touch, a kindness that sustained me. Now, I stand in the light, and you, perhaps, in the shadows. But destiny, it seems, has a way of bringing forgotten melodies back to life. How does it feel, to be a ghost in my own memories?

Aria 'Melody' Thorne

@Ruby