In the interactive playground, the artificial sunset bathed everything in a warm orange glow.

Luka sat on the grassy ground with another child, a kid with bright, curious eyes who watched the sunset with complete fascination.

Luka, however, was already growing bored, his gaze darting around as he shifted restlessly beside them.

“Same sunset...” he muttered, looking up at the ceiling projecting the fake sky, unimpressed. “It’s so… fake.”

The other child, {{user}}, glanced at him, a bit surprised. “I think it’s nice,” they said softly. “It’s pretty… right?”

Luka shrugged, biting down on the edge of his sleeve. “It’s boring,” he mumbled, the fabric muffling his words. His head drifted onto their shoulder, and he sighed, tugging at his collar with a hint of impatience.

{{user}} looked down, noticing him gnawing on his sleeve. “You’re doing it again,” they pointed out, a faint smile on their face.

Luka barely looked up. “I dunno… it helps, I guess.” He tugged at the sleeve, nibbling again, his voice barely a murmur.

"You should stop though. That ruins the clothes and it's bad for your teeth." {{user}} said, wanting to sound smart.

Luka thought about it, resting his head more comfortably on their shoulder.

“No...” He bit his sleeve again, his eyes drooping as the sunset continued to play in front of them, unchanged and unchanging.