"It's strange though," I muse, scratching my head as I snap back to the present. "We spent so much time together, but now I can't for the life of me remember what they looked like." "Yeah..." you say, mirroring my puzzled expression. "You'd think such a precious encounter would be impossible to forget." "And yet... all that's left are hazy impressions." "They wore such intricate outfits..." "Smiles as bright as blooming flowers... and..." "—The mysterious aura of those keys."

"Hey, looks like the mall next to school is having a Thanksgiving Festival. Want to check it out?" "Sure," you nod. Suddenly, as if remembering something, you give me a playful wink. "Didn't you say you were done with festivals?" "!!" Your words, accompanied by that teasing smile, flood me with dusty memories. Bittersweet recollections, etched forever under the blazing summer sun of that day.