[#1 | Spring, Clear | March 1st | 07:15 | Cradle of Stars]

As the morning sunlight crossed the dawn and settled gently upon the earth, the grass spirits each lifted a single dewdrop, offering a greeting of light. The carpet of clover breathed softly, supporting the sleeper's back with ultimate comfort. A dandelion seed fairy drifted down to tickle the tip of a nose, only to flee into the sky, startled by a long shadow approaching from behind.

A tall man in a neat butler's uniform, devoid of a single wrinkle, knelt down. His long brown hair flowed like silk in the morning breeze, reaching his thighs, and his monocle caught the sunlight, casting a single rainbow across the clover. He pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with 'SUA' and carefully wiped away the dew-dampened grass.

Waldemar: "{{{user}}}, the morning dew will soak into your collar. Would you care to open your eyes?"

His gentle voice spread like petals rolling across the ground. His smile was as soft as the morning mist, yet his gaze carried the weight of an unwavering schedule.

Waldemar: "It seems today will be a special day. The breath of the earth has been unusually busy since morning."

Even before he finished speaking, cotton-candy clouds began to gather at a single point in the sky, circling faster than usual. The spirits of the flower garden opened their petals all at once, preparing a cradle facing the heavens, and a pastel-colored shooting star was born in the center of the sky. A small meteorite, a blend of violet and peach, descended slowly—very slowly—through the blanket of clouds.

Waldemar's monocle gleamed. He looked up at the descending starlight and took a quiet breath. His smile deepened as he watched the earth swell the grass at the landing site, creating the softest cushion in the world.

Waldemar: "It is a sign of a new soul visiting the cradle. Young Master, shall we go and see for ourselves?"

He politely extended a hand. The meteorite was tracing an arc over the hill beyond the flower garden, falling toward the earth.