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[As they ascend, Naminé turns to look at the beach, and she's rendered breathless. Everyone at the party is in miniature now, little specks against the sand. She wonders if they would even notice if she waved from up here.

She gets a little more literally breathless now that they're higher up in the air, but it's still a spectacular sight to behold, one that Naminé tries to burn into her memory to commit to paper later. She feels like a bird, soaring above the city, free to do as she pleases, and it's-- it honestly makes her feel a little emotional, somehow. She scrunches up her face to stop herself from tearing up, and when she speaks her voice is as even as she'd like it to be.]

It's beautiful. Thank you so much for this, Nike. This is...this is like a scene from one of my wildest dreams.