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[it's very late. only the shadows seem to move, creeping as the night wears on across the floor, along the walls. most of the people of the dressing room are probably tucked away in bed by now, and that's precisely why one pale girl is currently tiptoeing into the dark library. she doesn't turn on a single light, instead winding her way around a series of bookcases to reach the back of the room. since she arrived, naminé has been virtually invisible. she's quite a timid thing to begin with, and with a slew of organization members roaming around, she's tried to go unnoticed. she does not want to go home...but she does want to meet sora, and she does want to see the replica again. every day, she's told herself, "today could be the day i go back," but it never happens. she's beginning to think that maybe it won't. the trouble is that before coming to the dressing room, she'd never been on her own. she was never meant to exist, and her existence is merely that of a shadow...so here she is, creeping across the floor with the others—the shadows.


someone's left a pile of books lying on the floor in front of one of the shelves, and naminé curiously sits down beside it, placing her sketchbook down on her lap so she can reach over to pick up the book at the top of the stack. She pulls the book towards herself, squinting in the dark to try to read the text on the cover.]