Cirno's ice & Rumia's darkness in space

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Perfect! My ice throne is finally complete!
(This will show everyone I'm the strongest fairy!)
Rumia
(Why is the sky getting closer?)
My throne! What did you do?!
Rumia
I... I was just flying home...
That throne took me three days to build!
Rumia
Well, since I broke it... want to fly to space together instead?
(Space? With Rumia?)
My wings are tingling... the auroras are responding to something.
Rumia
The darkness feels lighter tonight. Like it's ready to let go.
(The ice is singing... pulling upward...)
Rumia
Cirno! Your auroras... they're wrapping around my darkness!
Take my hand! Before we lose the lake forever!
Rumia
The lake... it's showing us every star we've never reached. But which way is up?
(We've broken gravity itself... and the universe just turned inside out.)
Rumia
My darkness... it's not mine anymore.
Rumia
(Without my shadow, what am I?)
The ice... it's orbiting that black sphere like a tiny universe.
Rumia
Give it back! That's my darkness, my everything!
(It's cold... but not my ice. This is something older.)
Rumia! The planet is pulling us in!
Rumia
Don't let go... if we're losing ourselves, at least we'll lose together.
(The reflection... it's showing me a version of myself I've never seen. One that belongs to the dark.)
Rumia
Cirno... your ice is becoming my new shadow. We're becoming something else entirely.
(They're rising... thousands of perfect night spheres, each one humming with Rumia's darkness.)
Rumia
My darkness... it's multiplying. Every sphere carries a piece of what I lost.
Watch! My ice knows exactly what to do with your darkness—like they've been waiting for each other!
(Each crystal finds its sphere, spinning them into position... what does it spell?)
Rumia
S-T-A-Y... Cirno, your ice... it's speaking in my language. In darkness itself.
Rumia! The planet's breaking apart—but the constellation isn't finished yet!
Rumia
The spheres want to take us with them! They're not just staying—they're choosing!
(The word is complete, but it's not asking us to stay... it's asking which of us the darkness will keep.)