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Yukina struggled with writing the lyrics for their next song. Imagery was a powerful tool in a writer's box to evoke strong emotions, but overusing it would make the resultant work sound pretentious.As she leaned back on her chair to take a break, the door opened and in strolled Sayo with two cups."Honey tea?" Yukina asked."Yes. I had a craving for it and thought you might also want a cup," Sayo replied."That so? Thank you."The tea was warm and not piping hot, sweet enough to mask the bitterness but not so saccharine to ruin the flavour - Yukina could taste the care with which Sayo had brewed it.The truest feelings were always written in silence.