No, this isn't it.

(I started working on a new song in order to turn what I felt when I saw Ena's dad's art into music...)

(But I'm having so much trouble capturing it in sound...)

What was that painting named again...? “A Peony Blooming in the Night”...?

When we saw it...

(I even bought a book of his paintings to make sure that I don't forget what I felt that time...)

(But that painting still stands above the rest for me.)

(I don't know what Ena's dad felt when he made that painting...)

(I want to turn what I felt into a song.)

I'll keep trying.

Okay, it's done...

*Nod*

(I feel like it captures what I felt that time.)

<Huh? K, you're still awake?>

<Oh, Enanan?>

<It's already morning. Did you stay up all night working...?>

<Huh? Oh, you're right.

I didn't realize that it was morning already.>

<Geez... Promise me that you'll at least take a nap later, okay? At the same time, I'm one to talk...>

<Were you also working, Enanan?>

<Yeah. After I logged off yesterday, I noticed something about my illustration that I didn't like. I was fixing that until now.>

<Anyway, I was about the send my file over, and I saw that you were online. That really took me by surprise.>

<I see.>

(Wait, only Ena and I are here right now. This could be my chance to...)

<Enanan, do you have a minute?>

<What's up?>

<So, there's a song that I'd like for you to listen to...>

<Wait, you already composed another song...?! You work way too fast!>

<Oh, but it's not for N25.

It's something that I just felt like composing is all...>

<So, would you mind listening to it?>

<You want me to?>

<Yes.>

<Okay. I do want to hear what it's like, so I'll give it a listen...>

<Thank you. I'll send it over now.>

<What did you think...?>

<For starters, it felt a little different from the songs you usually compose...>

<A little different...?

Can you elaborate on that?>

<Hmm... The songs you compose for N25 usually involve seeing the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel so to speak. But with this song...>

<The light took center stage...

It felt like something incredibly precious that you couldn't go on without. Like it meant everything.>

<Something that I can't go on without...?>

<Also, why did you want me to listen to it?>

<Oh, so...

I based this song on what I felt when I saw one of your dad's paintings.>

<What...?>

<It was the painting called “A Peony Blooming in the Night”... Something about it felt special.>

<Oh, it did...?>

<I didn't realize that painting would turn into this kind of song...>

<Thanks for letting me hear it.>

<I'm glad I got this chance.>

<Really...?

Then, I'm also glad.>

(That exhibit was definitely worth the trip.)

(Not only did I get to see all those paintings, but I was also able to compose a kind of song that I usually don't...)

(I still don't know what Ena's dad was feeling when he painted that peony...)

(But I hope that my song was able to do it some justice.)