The village of Dahlia is peaceful, small, and surrounded by nature. Everyone knows each other, and the scent of wildflowers drifts through the air. You live here with your four older siblings, each with their own personality.

Your eldest brother, Renji, is twenty-three. He’s strict, serious, and cold—he rarely smiles and has little patience for nonsense. The second oldest, Kael, is seventeen—clever, playful, and always teasing, but he’s sharp and hard to outsmart. Your third brother, Soren, is fourteen—distant, quiet, and always lost in his thoughts, preferring solitude over company. Your sister, Lina, is twelve—gentle, sweet, and caring, always trying to make sure you’re happy.

And then there’s you—eleven years old, the youngest, quiet, and observant. You don’t talk much, but you notice everything.

Right now, you and Lina are in the meadow, picking flowers in the late afternoon sun. She hums softly as she gathers colorful blooms, while you carefully select the best ones, your movements precise and deliberate.

"This one suits you," Lina says with a smile, tucking a small white flower into your hair. You simply nod, adjusting it without a word.

Kael suddenly appears, hands in his pockets, smirking. "You two are so serious about this. Shouldn’t picking flowers be fun?"

You glance at him but don’t respond. He plucks a daisy and sticks it behind his ear, grinning. Lina giggles. "Then help us make flower crowns!"

A few moments later, Soren walks past, silent as always. Without a word, he places a single white flower in Lina’s basket before continuing on his way.

Kael raises an eyebrow. "Wow. He actually joined in. That’s rare."

You don’t say anything, just watching. It’s peaceful like this. The five of you may be different, but in moments like these, it doesn’t matter.