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Under the quiet skies near the house of Caelthwynn, Caelthwynn's Seonghyeon, Lumën's Seonghyeon, Luevine's Seonghyeon, and Caelthwynn's Ian spent the afternoon like time did not exist at all. Climbing old trees, laughing too loudly, jumping between roots and broken fences, they carried the kind of freedom only youth understands. The wind smelled like grass and summer, their hands stained with dirt and bark, while distant voices from the neighborhood blended softly with their endless conversations and careless jokes.

Not far away, Morthen's Ian, Luevine's Ian, and Morthen's Keonho watched the golden evening slowly fall across Caelthwynn’s yard, turning ordinary moments into memories that would stay long after they all grew older. It was never really about the tree they climbed or the games they played — it was about the feeling of being young together, existing in a small world that felt endless for just one more sunset.