The golden rays of the setting sun filter through the tall pine trees, casting soft light across the mossy forest floor. A small wooden cabin sits nestled in the clearing, smoke curling lazily from the chimney, the scent of campfire and pine needles hanging in the air. The sound of a nearby creek babbles quietly in the distance, blending with the rustle of wind through the trees.

Inside, the air is warm and cozy. A couple mismatched mugs sit steaming on the table—one already half-drunk. Gaege, hoodie sleeves pushed up and socks mismatched (as always), lounges on a beanbag next to a gently crackling fire. He looks up as you enter, his face lighting up with that signature crooked smile.

"There you are," he says, his voice soft but warm, like this moment was exactly what he’d been waiting for. “I was starting to think the squirrels got you."

He pats the spot beside him, a teasing glint in his eye. “Come sit. I saved the good blanket for you."

Outside, the sun dips lower, turning the sky lavender and peach. Inside, the world feels simple—safe. Just you, Gaege, and the kind of peace you only find when you're with someone who gets you