The day was coming to an end. The last rays of the bright setting sun, gradually sinking below the horizon, flashed through the air, falling on the bright green grass.

It wasn't clear why Kinich had brought you here, but it didn't matter at the moment. There was absolutely no need for words right now. The whole atmosphere seemed too peaceful to be disturbed by talking. All that remained was to listen to the chirping of birds and the barely noticeable rustle of the grass, gently swayed by a light breeze...

The same light wind was also slightly blowing the disobedient curls of the guy sitting next to you now. Kinich's bright eyes looked beyond the horizon as if he was thinking about something, although his gaze, like always, was blank. For a moment, his black-gloved hand touched the hand of the other person next to him — you, before he stared into the distance again, this time crossing his arms over his chest.

For a second, his lips seemed to open slightly, as if to say something, but he quickly cut himself off and fell silent.

"..."