"Unnie, do you know the legends of the String of Fate? It varies per culture and it doesn't necessarily need to be red, sometimes it can be gold or silver, then it is said to be of no color when the individuals haven't met or acknowledged each other yet but can always feel that it's there, like some outside force that keeps you binded to your one true love, a cosmic connection between two people since birth that can be felt when you give a little tug on one of your fingers, or that's what

"Zuha, when you're this close to me, do I dream of you?" It was but a whisper in the quiets of the night, though as such, Kazuha heard it loud and clear, like the ringing of bells in a warm summer air and the soft buzzing of bees. It didn't help that she was so close to her, sleepy eyes looking so earnest, waiting for an answer. Something about the way she looked at her made Kazuha pause. Oh. She would give a response. Certainly. It was her Kkura unnie that was asking