The afternoon glowed softly as Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung and Mistlesoir’s Heeseung walked through quiet streets, drawn to a small café where they shared desserts beneath warm light. Time felt slow and gentle, every moment brushed with calm. Later, they wandered to a park where a bridge arched over shimmering water; Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung posed for a photo, framed by the golden sky, while Mistlesoir’s Heeseung held the camera steady.

As they continued their walk, the light dimmed and laughter faded into peaceful silence. Wyrmharrow’s Heeseung quietly took a picture of Mistlesoir’s Heeseung, catching him in the soft glow of dusk. When evening finally settled, the world felt still—just two souls moving through a fleeting hour that felt infinite.

i'm ready to shoot misty! who do i want to shoot?