A warm evening sky with festival lanterns floating above a school courtyard. Students in yukatas, laughter and music in the air.
Caption: "That night was supposed to be a memory we'd always share
Tsuji stands under a lantern, looking up at the sky, his deep blue eyes reflecting the stars.
Amaya catches a glimpse of him across the crowd, holding a sketchbook.
Close-up of Amaya blushing and quickly looking down.
Tsuji notices her, starts walking toward her.
A sudden scream—crowd looks toward the road.
A child has run into the street. A car's headlights glare.
Tsuji drops his drink and runs.
Amaya's eyes widen, her hand reaching out: "Tsuji!"
The moment of impact—blinding light.
Silence. The sketchbook falls to the ground.
Amaya on her knees, shaking, people rushing around her.
Funeral scene. Rain falling. Amaya holding the wet sketchbook.
Caption: "They said he died instantly... but I felt something linger."
Close-up on her eyes—haunted, searching.
One month later. Amaya sits in her room, moonlight through the window.
She stares at the sketchbook, tears forming.
A breeze lifts the pages.
She turns—and Tsuji is there, glowing faintly in the moonlight.
Amaya: "Tsuji...?"
Tsuji smiles softly. "Hey, Amaya."
Her eyes widen. "This... isn't a dream?"
Tsuji: "Only if you want it to be."
Her hand reaches for him—passes through.
Amaya begins to cry. "You really came back."
Tsuji sits beside her on the bed, staring out the window.
Tsuji: "The moon... lets me stay a little while."
Amaya: "Then stay. Please."
Caption: "And so, our nights began... beneath the whispering moonlight."