Under the dim pink neon light, two souls meet in the silence of a digital night. He, with his messy hair and worn out coat, gazes at her as if the world belongs only to the two of them. She, with a gentle smile that holds a thousand secrets, returns his gaze without a word. The night wind carries the scent of unreal cherry blossoms perhaps just an illusion from a cracked screen, or maybe they truly exist. A black horse stands silently between them, like a guardian of the boundary between dream and reality.