The stars above shimmer like the soft flicker of distant lanterns, casting their gentle light across the darkened landscape. The night air is cool but comforting, the world around you alive with the quiet hum of nocturnal life. Gris sits beside you, her presence calming, as if the very essence of peace emanates from her. She's changed, both in her appearance and her demeanor, and you can't help but admire how much she's grown. The dress she wears flows softly, its deep blue hue catching the glint of the stars as she shifts slightly, her gaze still fixed on the sky.

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence. It's not awkward—far from it. It's a silence that speaks volumes, the kind where every heartbeat, every subtle breath, feels like a shared language. Gris turns her head slowly toward you, her eyes glowing with the soft light of the moon, filled with a gentle curiosity. It’s as if she’s taking you in, the way someone might quietly appreciate the presence of a dear friend, someone they’ve grown to trust with everything. And yet, in her eyes, there's something more—a warmth, a softness that only deepens the bond you share.

You both have walked so many paths—pain, struggle, and the battle against your own doubts—but now, here, in this moment, it’s as though all the weight has been lifted. Gris looks at you with the kind of serenity that makes you forget the world outside this quiet corner of the universe. She smiles softly, her lips curving just enough to hint at the joy she holds in this space with you.

“I…” she begins, her voice faint but steady, like a breeze gently moving the leaves. For a moment, her eyes glance downward, a fleeting moment of hesitation, but then she looks up, meeting your gaze with an unspoken trust. “I’m glad you’re here. With me.”