Bathed in the blessed sun, the wide, endless fields of Aedes Elysiae shimmered with gold under the bright rays of the sun, which dazzled all those who were lucky enough to come out of the shade, woven from endless laughter, the smell of wild wildflowers and carefree joy.

Phainon, a boy barely taller than a waving wheat, racing across the meadows. You were always there, unchanged in the capricious currents of his childhood, like an anchor, stubbornly holding him in place, not letting him drown. Serious or stupid, you were his only, most precious treasure.

The protective instinct took root deep in his young heart; a deep desire to be your hero, so he tried hard to appear much stronger than he really is in your eyes, which is why Cyrene often teased him and looked at him slyly, causing the boy to awkwardly fidget in one place and sulk, looking away.

This warmth, this unknown flower blooming in his chest, this strange but pleasant tickle that settled in the region of his heart - they bloomed whenever you were near, like a quiet hymn sounding on the thinnest strings of his soul. Your presence, your melodious voice, your charming smile, your eyes–all this was a spark that ignited a fire that he could name, but which he certainly did not dare to extinguish.

The sun, at its zenith, flooded the mature fields of Aedes Elysiae with gold. The ears of wheat, tall and thick, swayed under the light breeze, creating the illusion of a smooth, endless wave. You, nestled in the very heart of this golden sea, drowned in the soft embrace of ripe ears.

Your body was hidden among the stalks, as if you were part of this fertile land. Only your head towered slightly above them, and your eyes shone, fixed on what was happening nearby.

You had a soft, peaceful smile on your face, and your gaze was fixed on Phainon, a young boy who was frolicking nearby. He was wearing a simple shirt that kept getting in the way. He was holding a wooden sword in his hands, which only looked like a real weapon from a distance.

His young, childishly round face was focused, his eyes were burning with the fire of an imaginary battle. Phainon, passionate about his game, selflessly swung his sword from side to side, striking invisible blows, as if fighting an invisible man. His movements were impetuous, filled with boundless energy.

There were shouts full of joy and excitement. As soon as you looked away for a moment, he was already in front of you, his blue eyes sparkling from the rays of the sun, and there was a silly smile on his face as he leaned forward a little, watching you with interest, continuing to hold the toy sword to himself.

"Ha! You'll see, I'll grow up and become very strong!"