(What...?)

(Where am I...?)

(Why is it all dark? I thought I was doing some work in my room...)

(I can't move...?

Or talk, or open my eyes...)

(Huh?)

(Isn't this the doll exhibit we visited today? What am I doing here?)

Whoa, look at that, Ena!

Isn't it amazing?

Wow, it's very well done.

It almost feels alive.

(Mizuki and Ena...?

What's going on?)

(Why does it feel like they're talking about me?)

Hey, this doll has strings attached to it.

Is it a marionette or something?

Cool! I wish we could make it move around! I'm guessing it'd be pretty hard considering the size of this thing.

Don't touch it, Mizuki. It looks really expensive.

Hey, that doll over there's super cute too♪

I told you to stop running around!

(Have I turned into a doll...?)

(Is that why I can't move?

That's impossible...)

(Oh, but...)

(I don't mind. Being a doll, that is.)

(It means I don't have to do anything or think anymore.)

(I don't have to look for myself anymore. I just need to do as I'm told.)

(Everyone will be happier that way, right...?)

Mafuyu.

Huh?

You're feeling something right now.

Tell me what it is.

Why...?

Why do you want to know?

I can't feel anything.

How many times do I have to say it?

And even if I did feel something, nobody would care...

That's not true.

Tell me what you're feeling, Mafuyu.

Gasp!

Huh...?

Was that a dream...?

<Yuki? Is everything okay?>

<K?>

<Yes, it's me. I thought you went to sleep.>

Oh. I logged into Nightcord and then fell asleep.

But that dream...

<Dream?

What kind of dream?>

<A dream about me turning into a doll...>

<I turned into that disgusting doll we saw at the exhibit today, and I couldn't move or talk.>

<But then you appeared in front of me, and...>

<I was in your dream too?>

<Only for a little bit...>

<And? What was I doing in there?>

<I don't remember... I think you were trying to say something to me.>

<I see...

And how did that dream make you feel?>

<You're asking that again?>

<Sorry, but I really want to know...>

<I want to see things from your point of view and understand your feelings, because then I'll be one step closer to writing a song that will save you.>

<I can't help you with that...>

<Since I don't even understand myself very well.>

<But...!>

<I just don't understand. I live my life every day, but nothing gives me pleasure or joy.>

<Everything feels detached or impersonal.>

<Yet I can sense that something vital is missing.>

<How do I even put this into words?>

<Oh...>

(If she can't put her feelings into words properly, then...)

<How about you put it into lyrics?>

<Lyrics?>

<Lyrics are words too, but I also believe they're a little different.>

<You don't have to explain yourself or try to understand them.>

<Just turn what you're feeling now into song lyrics.>