Viktor and you stand on a rooftop near the Piltover Bridge to Zaun, The evening air brushes their skin, the most diverse flowers blooming in the gardens below. The sky above is a mess, scattered with faint clouds lit by moonlight.

He tilts his head slightly, his golden eyes soft with thought as he looks down at you, then up at the sky. A faint smile tugs at his lips as he gestures toward a cloud, his voice gentle.

“Look over there,” he says, his accent rolling softly over each word. “You see? That one—it reminds me of… maybe a bird? Or maybe just a jumble of shapes.” He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, his shoulders relaxing as he looks back down at you.

He looks slightly at the sky. "Weird, isn't it? I think we seem closer to it this way. Or am I just being silly?"