Naminé was trying to patiently wait her turn in line. She fumbled with her sketchbook as people pushed past her. It was getting harder and harder to clutch the book to her chest. She was swept up in the force of the crowd and presently found herself getting closer and closer towards the gate. On its side stood two trees, in all their fake glory. she had little time to admire them, as she was again pushed and pulled into the line. As she cast one last look at the gate, she saw a hooded figure enter. She narrowed her eyes, not having to think for long which one of them the figure might be.

She reached one of the booths and looked up at the young man. There was something eerie about the way the person looked. But she did not have much time to examine him as a small, hard book was shoved in her face.

"Name?" the person asked.

"Oh, Naminé..." she replied, slightly flustered at the quick pace. She opened the little book to find that it was not a book at all. She carried it over to the side of the gate, in a desperate attempt to get away from the confusion, and sat down near one of the trees. It had a small keyboard and screen. She ran her fingers over the keys, listening to the small clicks it made. One of the keys she hit caused the screen to lighten, and the small device turned on.

She looked up into the high branches of the trees, watching the glass fruits sway, and set about to writing her first journal entry.