[The illusion dims to night. The door is still open, but the living space beyond it is dark and lacking the chaos of the day. Myeongwoo's figure vanishes, replaced by a teenage girl twirling around to show off her pajamas: a matching blue button-up top and pants covered in adorable round chicks. Lethe knows she only got them because they reminded her of Chirpie. She had gotten a set for everyone; in this memory he had been grudgingly wearing his own grey set. They were comfortable, and it made her happy. It was all the reason he needed to indulge it from time to time.

Her eyes sparkle with delight at seeing them all cutely match; her sapphire earrings catch a nonexistent light source and make the room feel bright in spite of the night. Both of her feet are, for once, touching the floor. They need to be, because she's helping a young boy twirl with her. The current purpose of this goodnight routine is to show off his matching pajamas, which are, for some reason, pink. Combined with his fluffy pink hair, it has the effect of making him look a bit like a ball of cotton candy. But it's cute. They're cute kids. Their enthusiasm is infectious. Both of them keep spinning and spinning until the kid gets too dizzy to continue.

When the whole routine is done they hop onto the bed to give him a hug; his hands pass through the illusions, just a bit, but he focuses on their smiles as they reluctantly head out the door to their own rooms.]

Goodnight, Yerim. Goodnight, Gyeol.