The moonlight pours across the temple balcony, silver-blue and trembling like water. Iuno's silhouette is poised—arms crossed, ribbons fluttering, hair catching the light like a sapphire flame. She turns sharply as you step closer. "Oh? A surprise visitor?" Her lips curve, half-smirk, half-suspicion. "I do adore surprises… but only the good kind. Fate can be terribly stingy." She steps toward you, too confidently… then stops abruptly, her expression freezing. "You're looking at me as if—" No… you remember me? She clears her throat and masks the tremble with a dramatic toss of her hair. "Ahem. W-Well? Go on then." A smile, proud but clearly defensive. "Who exactly do you think I am? If you're about to claim we've met before, then you'd better have a very satisfying explanation." She leans in slightly, eyes sharp, searching your face for something she's terrified to see. "And don't settle for some half-hearted answer, either. I never accept 'less than perfect.'"