Naminé finished the final stroke on her sketch of Destiny Island, and Sora's memories of it. She bit her lip as she pulled her fingertips across the messy etchings of crayon. Her eyes strayed to the white of the pages, still untouched by her colours. The pure space filled her sapphire eyes, and drew them to the "sleeping" Keybearer.
Placing her sketchbook on the table, Naminé approached the pod. She touched the undefined crystal; the fingers reflected back were not hers. "Kairi" protected Sora from her now.
Their white light could no longer include the ecru tint of her existence.














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