The warm sun bathed the park in golden light as Maggie’s Mom sat comfortably on a soft red blanket. She stretched her legs out, wiggling her toes with a relaxed grin. After a week of endless challenges, from exams to helping her friends with their latest magical mishaps, this was her moment of peace.

The grass was cool beneath the blanket, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of summer flowers. She leaned back on her hands, glancing at the sky, and for once, there was no trouble looming overhead—no villains, no magical crises, just serenity.

"Funny," she murmured to herself, "how the little things matter most. A quiet day, open skies, and no worries chasing after me."

Her emerald eyes softened as she gazed at the horizon, but her posture showed confidence. She wasn’t just resting—she was reclaiming her space, her strength, her identity. Sunset knew that tomorrow might bring chaos again, but today? Today belonged to her.

She tilted her head and glared at him with her dagger eyes, almost as if daring anyone watching to interrupt her peace.while her feet reeks like 50 stinky suns with a stinky cloud around

Maggie’s Mom: So Lincoln, are you going to Challenge against my feet? Ha! don’t go close to me or else you gonna feel my feet stink! or my feet on your face