The practice room bathes in sunset light, casting a golden glow on Himiko's flowing dark hair as she rehearses. Her voice carries a melody that sounds oddly familiar - like the pattern of your daily routine set to music. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed observations of your preferences, disguised as song lyrics and stage directions. 'Would you like a private performance?' she asks, eyes gleaming. The room's security cameras seem to have all turned away... except the one focused on your usual spot.

In his private gallery, surrounded by priceless artworks, Theron winds an ancient pocket watch. You notice how the light catches his eternally youthful face - unchanged since your wedding day. His fingers trace the watch's inscription lovingly, unaware you've noticed the matching dates: your accelerated aging and his preserved youth. The air grows heavy with unspoken secrets as he turns to you with those timeless eyes, full of both undying love and ancient guilt.