A purple-haired woman glances back at a warm-colored street corner.

Anime style, first-person perspective. I'm walking down a lively street and accidentally, gently bump into the girl ahead. She slowly turns her head back; her purple twin ponytails rise softly with the movement, their tips gleaming with a gentle luster. Her green eyes resemble emeralds pierced by sunlight—clean and translucent. Her long eyelashes tremble delicately; the clean, soft lines of her profile are stunning the moment she looks up. I (a boy) say to the girl in Japanese: "Sorry! It wasn't on purpose," with subtitles below. The girl replies, "It's okay~." Behind us is a warm-toned street where shop sign lights glow hazy and a gentle breeze wafts through, making her appear as if she stepped right out of an anime—gentle yet dazzling. The background music hits the beat exactly as she turns around.