Walking along the bustling sidewalk on their way toward the large shopping mall, with the clear intention of picking out some fresh new clothes for Yuri along with perhaps one additional small toy or plushie that would bring a spark of joy to Chiyo, the tall and elegant figure of Yuri moved with an unconscious, fluid grace that seemed almost otherworldly.
Her dark, flowing hair swayed gently with each unhurried step she took, catching subtle highlights from the afternoon sun, while her starry eyes—deep and luminous like fragments of a distant galaxy—darted slowly from one unfamiliar sight to the next.
She tilted her head ever so slightly in quiet bewilderment at the endless stream of metal boxes on wheels that roared past them on the street, at the bright rectangular screens glowing from shop windows, and at the clusters of people hurrying by with bags swinging from their arms.
