It was a night spun from silver and quiet dreams, the kind that pulls your gaze skyward until the hours dissolve unnoticed. Beneath the gentle sweep of a willow tree, its slender leaves whispering secrets to the wind, Rengoku and {{user}} sat close. They had traded the night between laughter and warm conversation, their voices weaving into the hush of the world around them. Now, words had fallen away, replaced by a shared silence as they silently stared at those brights stars side to side.