There were fireflies outside her window that night. Or were they fireflies? Naminé blinked against the brightness, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes. She had been sleeping until now, when the strange bright lights outside woke her up. But what were they? Sighing, knowing she wasn't going to get to sleep until she found out, Naminé swung her feet over the side of her bed and padded over the cold floors to her window. The room was pure white, and mostly empty. But then again, she had only just moved in.
She moved to the window and, squinting against the light, pried her window open. Now let's see what those bugs are up to... She gasped. The lights weren't—they couldn't possibly be fireflies. They glowed softly, falling from the dark sky like snow. She looked up, only to see the most spectacular display—bright lights streaking across the sky. It was beautiful; the sky simply enamored her. Naminé frowned in irritation when one of the little glowing things fell right into her line of sight, blocking her view. What were those things? What was going on?
Deep inside, she knew, but she didn't want to confront the answer yet. Instead, she focused on the little lights. Naminé wondered what they felt like. What if she touched one? They seemed innocuous enough, but how could she know? Still, something in her compelled her, so she slowly stretched her hand out toward one of them. It seemed to float on her hand, not quite touching her but still there, still real. For the first time, she felt real, felt…whole.
The worlds were being fixed, somehow. It was clear that some cosmic good was happening, something so wonderful that even she was able to get a taste of it, just from those little orbs. And if that was possible…then, maybe… Naminé closed her eyes and hoped, with all of her being.
Give me a sign…make me whole, a Somebody…I don't want to be alone anymore.
Nothing belongs to me!