"Who... Is she?" The girl caresses the unfamiliar self. She recalls how the fire that day had swallowed her whole, and how her bejeweled fan turned into ash. She had once walked on a never-ending road, looking for the light ahead. The sounds outside were calling for her, leading her forward, guiding her through the layers of night. The sounds within reminded her of those unfulfilled promises, unexecuted plans, and unrealized wishes... They were all still waiting for her. They never dissipated in the fire, but instead, glowed ever brighter in the flames. "That is me..." She stands at the end of the road and no longer looks back in reminiscence — "It's the original me, and also the brand-new me."