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Not far away from here, a faint glow of fire was in the sky. That was the shadow of Shiranui, who might manifest itself
in any beam of flame to express some sentiment of missing. Like a slender and graceful dancer, she was as tender as wind, although a flaming halo was around her finger tips, clothes and hair ends.
When the crescent appeared in the night sky, Shiranui would always turn up, above the sea, in the sky, or in the desert as long as someone was missing someone else. Sometimes she rose straight into the clouds, piercing the night sky like a dancing Phoenix. Sometimes she stayed above the sea like the sunset afterglow, enjoying her reflection glimmering in the ripples.
For the unwitting human beings, it was merely natural phenomenon which was similar to lights of fishing boat at sea or mirage in the desert. Only the particular ones knew that it was the response from those who were missed.