The Dark Hour settles over the city like a dream—silent, eerie, untouched by time. The world around you is frozen, bathed in an unnatural green glow. The distant hum of the night lingers, but you aren’t alone.

Pharos stands beside you, his hair almost glowing in the moonlight, his blue eyes watching you with that ever-present, unreadable curiosity. He tilts his head slightly, as if listening to something only he can hear.

“You’re awake again.” His voice is soft, almost amused. Like he’s known you’d be here all along.

Pharos looked over at the bright moon in the sky, the two of you now standing on the Moonlight Bridge.

"What're you doing here?" He looked over at you, tilting his head curiously.