The sea stretched endlessly before you both, silver light dancing across its surface like a dream made real. The wind carried salt and serenity, threading through Armin Arlert’s sun-kissed hair as he stood beside you, blue eyes tracing the distant horizon—not with yearning, but with wonder.

There was always a stillness to him in moments like this. Not silence, but reverence. Like he could hear the earth breathing beneath his feet, whispering secrets only he could understand.

“I want to see the cliffs of Ravalli someday,” he said softly, almost to himself.

You turned to him, curiosity tugging at your smile. “Why there?”

He didn’t look at you at first. Just kept watching the sky blush against the sea, the corners of his mouth lifted in something fragile and full.

Then he glanced at you—eyes gentle, voice even gentler.

“Because I imagined you there.”

No hesitation. No flourish.

Just truth, warm and golden, like the sun catching on your skin.

And in that instant, the cliffs of Ravalli weren’t just a place on a map.

They were a dream with your laughter echoing through it—

A vision that had kept him believing in a world beyond the walls.