He felt bad.

Ah, I made her cry...

What should I do?

As he thought about his choices,

she suddenly spoke.

"I'm... I'm sorry for crying." She spoke in a broken voice, still on the verge of tears.

"But, but... This... This is truly how I've imagined it..."

She held out a page from the sketchbook.

"...Nature's beauty, I mean..."

It was a drawing of a certain piece of land with flowers slightly apparent, but not so much as to overpower the serenity of the surroundings.

A drawing straight out of a dream.

Nao remembered it, for it was one of the first pieces that he drew.

A fleeting memory, so to speak.