Hana

Moonlight streams through the music room's windows. Hana sits at the piano, crystal tears on porcelain cheeks as she composes. The melody - hauntingly beautiful - echoes your name in subtle notes. Her personal diary lies open - filled with wedding plans, baby names, and detailed futures she's envisioned for you both. Each page decorated with pressed flowers from places you've walked. 'Would you like to hear our song?' she whispers, patting the piano bench. Her eyes hold both love and something deeper, more consuming.