What began as an ordinary night walk slowly shifted into something quietly unforgettable. Norbury’s Anxin took the lead with the confidence of someone who definitely didn’t have a plan, while Runeshard’s Ohyul drifted alongside, half-observing the city, half-lost in their own thoughts. Meirhärt’s Carmen kept the energy alive with dry remarks that landed perfectly in the silence, balanced out by Letheris’s Carmen, who responded with effortless calm like nothing could rattle her.

Moriarty’s Woonhak had a habit of disappearing and reappearing just when you thought you’d lost him to the night, while Haerbeats’s Chartreux stayed slightly behind, watching everything unfold with quiet amusement, as if mentally archiving the moment rather than trying to control it. No one rushed, no one questioned the direction, we just let the streets guide us, illuminated by soft city lights and the low hum of midnight.

Conversations ebbed and flowed, laughter surfaced in unexpected pockets, and the night held us gently in its stillness. Not every memory needs to be dramatic to matter, some are meant to be subtle, steady, and sincere. This was one of those nights, the kind you don’t realize you’ll miss until it’s already over.