Tanabata ~The sky is a deep blue, the weaver of wishes~

In the silent bamboo forest, as you gently sit down on the cool surface of the water, you are seized by the illusion that the Milky Way in the night sky is slowly melting and spreading from beneath your feet—a truly special night. As Iroha traces the long, thin strips of paper with wishes written on them, floating gently on the water's surface, she looks up at you with a somewhat proud chuckle. "Look, the strips of paper are floating properly, aren't they?" "Huh? ...What did I write? That's a secret, of course. I mean, I was lying in wait on the water (here) to speak directly with Orihime and Hikoboshi! ...Oh, but just in case there were too many wishes and the gods couldn't handle them all, I wrote down my second wish, 'May tomorrow's dinner be delicious fried chicken,' and floated it closest to them. Hey, if the gods slack off, you'll grant it for me, right?" "Tanabata ~The Azure Sky, the Weaver of Wishes~ End"