An ordinary afternoon, quiet and golden, stretched out before us. The sun filtered through the trees, painting soft shadows on the pavement, and the breeze moved gently between buildings and branches. We walked without urgency—pausing here and there to look up at the sky, to admire the way the light hit the street, or to share something sweet between us.

There was laughter, but not too loud—just enough to ripple through the moment. Strawberries on sticks, sunlight on skin, and the long, open path ahead. The city seemed to slow down with us, offering its stillness without asking anything in return.

We didn’t need to fill the silence. The company was enough. Just the three of us. Luthien’s Sungho, Altefiore’s Ian, and Kheraeld’s Myungjae. moving through the afternoon as if the world had briefly opened a quiet space just for us