Then, from the clock tower's shadow, a soft glow emerged. It was faint, almost pathetic, a flicker of pale gold. A tiny, translucent form materialized—a fragment of Candy, no larger than a marble.
"You came," Miyuki said. Her voice didn't have its usual musical lilt. smile precure 45
Akane slammed her fist against the tower wall. "Then we fake it! We always faked it at first!" Then, from the clock tower's shadow, a soft glow emerged
The rain fell in seamless sheets over the city, blurring the neon glow of the late-night arcades and convenience stores. Inside a small, cramped apartment, Yume Hoshino clutched a worn, pink compact mirror. Her reflection stared back, but it wasn't just her face she saw. It was the ghost of a smile. "You came," Miyuki said
The clock tower. The place where they had first assembled, unaware of the destiny that bound them. Now it was a tourist attraction, a relic of a fairy tale no one believed.
"That it's today. The anniversary. They're all meeting at the old clock tower."