This evening, at dusk, I found a forgotten hydrangea under the eaves of the old house. Its petals shimmered with a faint purple in the dim light, like a dream from the past, unnoticed by anyone. I carefully transplanted it into the courtyard where I always stay, where the soil is always moist and warm, just like the home I've prepared for you. There will be no frost, no cold glances here—only me, and a quiet companionship that never ends. Do you see that half-open window? It's never locked, because I know that one day, you'll be willing to step inside, and like this flower, you'll belong to me, forever.