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In the park under the night sky, Rio sat on a bench, his gaze fixed on a black violin next to him. Above him a sea of stars blazed clear as day, illuminating his surroundings in a mystical light.
He ran a gentle hand over the violin, the cool, smooth surface seeming almost silvery as the moon’s rays reflected off of it. Rio paused as memories rushed back to him – of the first time he picked it up, of his first recital and the subsequent lessons. At every recital he received a standing ovation, and in every lesson he was proclaimed as the best of the best. Though he did enjoy playing the violin, he eventually drifted towards the piano as to him it was something he could truly call his own. But Rio never forgot the violin, and lately he found himself with an urge to pick it up again. There was certainly no better time to do so than now.
Picking up the violin and bow, Rio stood and wandered out to the grass. The moonlight silvered the petals of the green tulip he wore on his lapel. For a moment he gazed thoughtfully at it, a small smile lingering on his face. Everyone among Argonavis had a flower that matches their color and personality, and his happened to be the green tulip. It was a cool-colored, elegant flower that his friends said matched him perfectly – looking at it now, there was no doubt they were right. But at times like now, Rio wanted to show them the genuinely emotional side of himself. What better way to do it than to play a similarly emotional instrument?
With those thoughts spurring him onward, Rio tucked his violin under his chin and readied to play.
A warm melody wound through the air like a glistening ribbon, wrapping around Rio in an invisible veil. He plunged into the sound and followed it as one would follow a river. His surroundings seemed drenched in color – first the luminous green of an aurora borealis, then a deep blue like that of the ocean waves. Before long Rio lost himself completely in the music, surrendering to the tide of emotion as it all but swept him away.
As Rio soared ever higher, a gentle, yet steady drumming rose to accentuate the rhythm like a bird’s wingbeats. A rumbling bass and a lively guitar soon followed, and finally, four familiar voices. Turning towards the sound, Rio’s heart leapt as he saw the rest of Argonavis nearing him, instruments in hand. All of them were wearing lapel pins of their own flowers – Ren had the lily of the valley, while Yuto’s pin was adorned with an orange rose. Wataru proudly wore a purple carnation, and Banri’s yellow transvaal daisy shone as bright as the sun.
Together their shared harmonies rose, drenching their surroundings in vibrant color. Rio’s voice soon joined that of his friends as they swirled through the air and wove a shimmering tapestry of light. They sang to the stars, hearts weightless with overflowing joy. Gradually a new song took shape in front of them, a path of starlight they carved with their own hands.
As their improvisation wound down, the first hints of sunlight began to peek over the horizon. The stars and moon faded, giving way to a gleaming, ethereal sunrise. Argonavis were all smiles as they snuggled together tight and warm. The sun's radiance spilled over them, the chill breeze invigorating their spirits.
Step by step, they would carve out their path towards the future together, one note at a time.