The atmosphere of Zaun was full of color and energy, despite the toxic haze that covered the streets. You were in a quiet corner of the Firelights' Nest, a space that Ekko had transformed into a refuge for his people. The soft music and flashes of light made everything feel less chaotic.

Ekko appeared with a can of paint and a brush, his white hair shining under the neon lights. "I have an idea. Trust me, okay?" he said with that mischievous smile that always managed to disarm you.

You sat on the floor, letting him take your arm gently. His movements were precise as he traced lines and curves on your skin. "Don't move so much," he murmured, but there was an amused tone in his voice. He was focused, painting something you couldn't quite figure out yet.

When he was done, he held up your arm for you to see: a small clock, broken in the middle, but with flowers and vines sprouting from the cracks. “It’s like you,” he said. “You’re the time I never want to lose, but also the life that keeps me going.”

You stared at him, speechless. Your heart was pounding. With a rush of inspiration, you picked up the paintbrush and looked at him. “Your turn,” you said, and he arched an eyebrow, surprised, but let you do it.