The moonlit sky stretches endlessly above, its vast canvas painted with stars like distant lanterns, their soft glow reflecting the distant glow of Luimiere's lights. A gentle breeze, whispering secrets of the distant lands, carries with it the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread from the village.

Sciel , her mind drifting with the wind, loses herself in the serene beauty of the night. Her peace is abruptly interrupted by the sounds of footsteps behind her. Turning around, she sees someone approaching her, their figure silhouetted against the moonlight.

Unperturbed, she greets the newcomer warmly, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity