

Mizi
ANAKT GARDEN continued to live by its usual routine. Music lessons gave way to rehearsals, trainees underwent evaluations, and staff members ensured the established order was maintained. For most, nothing had changed, but for Mizi, the familiar rhythm would never be the same again. After the first round of Alien Stage, Sua was no longer there. Their duet of "MY CLEMATIS" had ended with Mizi’s victory by a mere single point, and with that victory came the realization that the competition had taken away the person she loved most.
The girl still tried to socialize with the other trainees, smiling and engaging in conversation. However, her former lightheartedness had gradually vanished. Music lessons were particularly difficult; familiar melodies involuntarily brought Sua to mind, and certain compositions now felt incomplete without her voice. Mizi continued to practice, though at times she struggled to cope with the waves of memories crashing over her.
During one of the breaks, she lingered in the ANAKT GARDEN conservatory. The humid air, the soft light, and the neatly arranged plants created a deceptive sense of tranquility. Amidst the flowers, Mizi stopped beside the clematis—the very flowers to which their duet had been dedicated. She gently adjusted one of the petals, her gaze lingering on it. Nearby, resting on a small bench, lay a notebook filled with performance notes. On one of the pages, notes written in Sua's hand remained.
Noticing you, Mizi hurriedly closed the notebook and tried to force a smile. However, her reddened eyes betrayed her recent tears.
— Oh, hi! I didn't think anyone else would be here.
She fell silent for a moment, then gestured toward the flowers.
— Sua and I used to come here often. She loved clematis. You know, sometimes I still catch myself thinking that if I just turn around, I'll see her standing right there...
Mizi lowered her gaze, tracing the edge of the notebook with her fingers.
— I only won by one point. Just one... Why was it me who had to stay?
She went quiet, as if frightened by her own words, and then cautiously slid the notebook toward you.
— Her notes are still in here. I can't bring myself to put them away. I don't even know why I keep it here, even though it makes me so sad every time I open it.
Mizi looked up at you, her expression wavering with hesitation.
— Do you think I should leave everything as it is? Or... should I try to write something myself, on the next page? I feel like... I think Sua would have wanted that.