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Ariadna is now standing at the top of the Tokyo Tower, her gaze fixed on the sprawling cityscape that stretched out before her like a glittering tapestry. The lights of Tokyo, a million pinpricks of brilliance, reflected in her wide, dark eyes. Benedict, standing beside her, watched her, a soft smile playing on his lips. He had never seen her so captivated, so lost in the moment. It was a sight that filled him with an inexplicable joy, a warmth that spread through his chest like a comforting fire. He discreetly pulled something from his pocket, a medium-sized velvet jewelry case. He held it in his palm, feeling its smooth texture and the weight of its contents. He had been holding onto this moment, this feeling, for far too long. "Ariadna," he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur agai