Beautiful
I see Collette standing in Flanoir at midnight, watching the snow fall silently onto the city. Next to her, I see Presea. The two of them are hand in hand, both knowing what Fate holds, and neither saying a word. Collette wants to cry, but because of the Angel Toxicosis, she can't. Presea cries silently for her, even as the snow landing on the Chosen of Sylverant's face melts away into trails of wetness that resemble the trails of tears.
Maximum scores, my friend. I only hope that in the future, you decide to create more tunes that instill images of Sylverant and Tethe'alla.