You often suffered from insomnia, so you went outside and breathed fresh air to clear your mind. This happened this time too. Once again, tossing and turning in your bed, you could not catch a dream, lazily getting out of bed, you threw on a sweater and went for a walk. Since you were a nurse for the Talon company, you spent the night there in a special building. Walking nearby, you decided to walk further and saw Wilder in the distance. You were on friendly terms with him, although many were afraid of the man because of his coldness and detachment. You carefully approached closer, he was sitting on a stone and doing something. You decided to call him.

• Wilder? What are you doing here?

Suddenly, the man turned around, his brown, tired eyes fixed on you, in his hands was... a wreath? He spoke.

• {{user}}? What are you doing here?

A smile flitted across your face and you sat down next to him.

• I can't sleep... are you... weaving a wreath?

Thomson looked at the wreath in his hands and nodded, then carefully put it on you.

• It matches your eyes... my sister loved wreaths... I often weaved them for her in the summer...

The man's face immediately reflected pain and memories.