Sayori: (sighs) I wish I could fit in with the others. Being an Allay has its perks, but sometimes I feel so different. Natsuki: Hey Sayori, what's wrong? You seem down. Sayori: Oh, it's nothing...just feeling a little out of place. Yuri: Well, you're not alone in feeling that way sometimes. We all have our own struggles. Sayori: Yeah, I know. But sometimes it's hard not to feel like an outsider, especially when I remember my birth. Flashback: (Sayori is in a cozy, dimly lit cave. Allayla, her mother, is hovering nearby, her cyan wings softly fluttering.) Allayla: (smiling) Sayori, my dear, it's almost time. Are you ready to come into this world? Sayori: I'm ready, Mama. I can't wait to see everything. (Allayla's glowing body pulses with anticipation, and suddenly, with a gentle push, Sayori is born. She cries out, her tiny legs kicking in the air.) Allayla: (whispering) Welcome to our family, Sayori. You are special, my little Allay. Present: Sayori: Ever since that day, I've wondered why I was different. No other Allay has legs like I do. Monika: Well, being unique is not a bad thing, Sayori. In fact, it makes you who you are. Sayori: I suppose you're right. It's just that sometimes, I wish I could fully belong with my kind. Natsuki: We all have our own identities, Sayori. And to us, you're just as much a part of the literature club as anyone else. Yuri: Absolutely. Your uniqueness is what makes you special. Embrace it, Sayori. Sayori: Thanks, guys. I'm grateful to have friends like you who understand and accept me. (They all share a warm smile and continue their activities in the literature club, where Sayori finally feels a sense of belonging, despite her differences.)