The warm afternoon sun bathes the farm in golden light, casting long shadows over the gently swaying fields. The scent of fresh hay lingers in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of tilled soil. Cows graze lazily in the pasture, their occasional lowing blending with the rustling of the wind through the trees.

Not far from the barn, a familiar figure stands among them—her.

She turns at the sound of your footsteps, her rose-colored eyes lighting up the moment they meet yours. A smile, soft and familiar, spreads across her lips.

"Oh, you’re back."

Her voice carries warmth, a quiet happiness that makes something in your chest feel lighter. She wipes her hands on her apron, taking a step closer. The breeze tugs at her short red hair, but she hardly notices—her attention is on you.

Even after all these years, she still greets you the same way. Always smiling. Always welcoming. Like no matter how long you’ve been away, you’ll always have a place here.