She's beautiful; she looks and moves and sounds like a dream. And yet, it's her words do more to draw Jeff into her orbit than anything else. Because this woman gets it, right? She gets that singing isn't just singing, that there's things that one can harmonize with, even if they can't hear them.

The illusory bird flickers for a moment, like it's losing signal without a song to feed into it.

"Yeah..." He smiles, his expression growing brighter. "It's like-- It's one big cosmic collaboration, you know?"

He offers a hand, an invitation to dance together, because obviously, dancing with a mysterious woman in a simple dress, on a frigid winter night, is totally fine and normal--

--look, even if Jeff saw any red flags, he'd ignore them, anyway. Reckless self destruction is always on the menu with him.

" Wild flowers in the springtime, October we were wed. In winter time, the roses died,
her blood ran cold and then she said..."