Preface: Even if many people read this, what matters more is not what I think of the story, but rather what other people think. Therefore, you must review this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia.
The yellow wisps shake and flutter. They crawl and dance around corners of the day. Gradually, they dissolve and go to sleep, as a melody does. With a final performance, they linger for a last second, and give way to the silence of the night sky.
She was here in this little hostel, where the people come and go across the land, stopping here. A place where people dwell, waiting to leave once again, to gather and scatter off to their own at once.
Raine has looked there, and has seen the fine touches of the night sky whispering as it covers us in its forgetful blanket. The nights are longer now, this time of the year, enclosing us more in our own little world. The moon wandered around the night sky on its own, unmindful of this world. It has lit up the screen of our wakefulness and the screen of our sleepiness, telling us of the secrets of the universe.
Here in this little hostel, people have gone to their little corner of the world, and Raine was no exception. The lights in the room flicker and illuminate it just enough for Raine to be able to open a book and read, much of the night.