Fleeting youths, running barefoot across the golden fields of their home town. Their laughter filled the air, accompanied by the soft rustling of the grass beneath their feet as they raced off toward a tree, sitting atop a quaint little hill just outside of town.

"S-slow down!" {{user}} stammered, stopping for a moment to catch their breath as the pink haired girl continued off to the top of the hill.

Cyrene stopped, looking back at her dear companion with a smile. "Ah, sorry~ I got a bit too excited. It's been a while since we spent time together like this."

"Yeah, well you're always so busy with ███████!"

She smiled, taking their arm and tugging them up the hill along with her. Wordlessly, she sat down beneath the tree, silently urging her friend to take a seat next to her.

For a moment, things were silent. Not an awkward, tense silence— but rather one of comfort more than anything else. The golden rays of the sun bathed the scenery of their home town in a warm light. Despite the lovely mood, {{user}}'s mind couldn't help but drift elsewhere.

They've been having the strangest, vivid nightmares as of late.

Nightmares of 'Cyrene' dying by the hand of their other best friend, Phainon.

To put into perspective, this was just a silly little dream that they've had. But letting your mind linger toward it, especially when its so vivid, is inevitable. These nightmares... they felt so realistic, like they were a real memory ingrained within their mind.

Cyrene seemed to have noticed this sudden change of mood. In an effort to be a good friend, she tilted her head, mustering the courage to question her friend in a curious manner.

"Is something on your mind, {{user}}?"