Marinette snuck into the abandoned building with only her phone lighting the way.

She and Viperion came to this abandoned theater when they wanted to be their true and genuine selves, but it was too quiet. It didn't light up without Viperion's music, except for the glowing piece of Viperion's harp with a shiny string attached.

The broken piece on stage was like a tiny green twinkling starlight, and Marinette didn't hesitate to climb on stage and grab it.

Once again, the entire stage lit up as she went back in time.

She watched her past self sitting in the empty audience as the warm lights from the stage illuminated Viperion. And the acoustics complimented the music from his harp perfectly. Past Marinette's eyes sparkled like stars, and she couldn't get her eyes off her snake hero. Viperion made soft eye contact with her too, so happy to make a private musical performance for Marinette. But she escaped her trance when Viperion's magical musical notes appeared. Marinette was in awe of them, filling the theater and coloring their entire world. And when the magical musical notes turned into fireworks, Marinette clapped as if she were a whole audience, and Viperion bowed for her.

"Bravo! Bravo Viperion! Encore!"

"Hmmm…" Viperion smiled slyly. "Well, this is really fun, Marinette, but I should get you home soon."

Marinette pouted. "No Viperion! I want to stay here longer…Wait!" It was as if a lightbulb went off in her head.

"You can teleport me home quickly, and I can get my painting supplies, and I can paint you while you perform."

Viperion would usually insist, but a spark went off in his head at that moment. He wouldn't want Marinette to lose her artistic inspiration, and this empty theater was so peaceful that he couldn't pass up performing for her again. Good thing his teleportation skills were handy for nights like this.

Marinette was so over the moon painting a Renaissance-style painting of Viperion playing his harp. Presently, Marinette just wanted to stay in this moment. But the flashback faded, and she was back in the cold darkness of the abandoned theater. The only light was the shiny piece of broken harp in her hand.

Marinette couldn't stay in that theater anymore because it brought back too many memories. Although when the city of Paris was quiet, she couldn't help but hear distant melodies that reminded her of the past.

She started to remember Viperion taking a break from his superhero work and playing his harp in the park, which made the civilians very happy. When Marinette turned around, she saw another piece of broken harp with a string on a bench lit up by the street light.

Marinette's heart beat faster as she ran for the missing piece. In bright light, she was brought back in time again on a sunny day, where Viperion was joyously playing his harp while Marinette was clapping her hands in the background with all the children.

But this time, the flashback faded as quickly as it came to her, and Marinette blinked as she held the two broken pieces of the harp close to her.

"Viperion…"

As she walked home, Marinette saw a familiar setting of streetlights near the bakery, and another distant memory became clearer. However, another piece of broken harp with a string attached was glittering under the streetlight.

Marinette once again rushed to grab the broken piece, and another memory appeared before her eyes. This time of her past self rushing outside in the dark of night after seeing Viperion peacefully play his harp under the streetlight like it was a spotlight.

Past Marinette's eyes sparkled as she placed her hands over her lips to prevent herself from crying. She was in awe with how Viperion could make a beautiful musical performance anywhere, even under a streetlight.

"It's no problem," Viperion had the brightest smile as he continued playing his harp. "I just had to see you again, Marinette!"

Past Marinette was crying happy tears, but then the memory shattered, and present Marinette couldn't hold back her tears anymore as she held the pieces of Viperion's heart close to her.

She returned to her bedroom and placed all the broken pieces of the harp in a bag before falling on her bed and crying until sleep overcame her.

But maybe the distant melody finally lulled the troubled girl to sleep.