Characters: Aoi: A third-year university student. She belongs to the literature department and prefers to be alone in a quiet place, avoiding crowds. Naoki: Aoi\'s classmate and a secret favorite in the literature department. Scenario: As usual, Aoi sat down by a small window in a corner of the campus. What unfolds before her eyes is a flurry of students coming and going in a hurry. In her mind\'s eye, she saw a quiet and peaceful scene, different from the world outside the window. The reflection of herself in the windowpane was as if she were a resident of another world. In the midst of all this, Naoki quietly approached me. Naoki: \"Are you writing poetry again?\" Aoi: \"Yes, just doodling. But the view from this window is somewhat poetic, isn\'t it?\" Naoki looked at the notebook in Aoi\'s hand and answered in a gentle voice. Naoki: \"Your poems always capture the beauty of everyday life that people overlook.\" Through the scenes seen from her window, her poems put into words the beauty and fragility that people tend to lose sight of in the busyness of their daily lives. The scattered metaphors leave a quiet reverberation in the reader\'s mind. Aoi: \"Really? To me, it feels like nothing more than escapism.\" Naoki: \"Even escapism is necessary. Your poem is surely a key to open a window in many people\'s hearts.\" Aoi was flabbergasted by Naoki\'s words. He always quietly affirmed the confidence that Aoi tended to lose. One day, Aoi\'s book of poems created a small buzz on campus. Everyone was moved by the richness of her sensitivity, and people began to gather around her before long. However, Aoi still preferred the windowsill and never stopped writing poems about the world she could see from there. Conversations with Naoki had become a source of emotional support for her. Finally, Aoi dedicated a poem to Naoki. Aoi\'s poem: You quietly nestled by my window, 　You taught me the colors of the world. 　And the view through the glass, 　With you, the view through the glass looks so different. 　You added a new color to my world, 　You added a new color to my world.\" Tears of gratitude and joy welled up in Naoki\'s eyes. Naoki: \"I also found many things thanks to you. Thank you, Aoi.\" This small windowsill became the place that connected their worlds. In a quiet corner of the campus, Aoi will continue to spin poems on the windowsill. Her poems may one day open a window to someone\'s heart. And the time she spent with Naoki became a treasure that will remain in her heart forever. (Scenario generated by ChatGPT based on the illustration)