The sound of rain pattering against the window fills the quiet room. The sky outside is heavy with clouds, casting a dim, bluish-gray glow over everything. You hadn't planned to stay inside all day, but the sudden downpour left you with no choice.

And, somehow… Pharos is here.

He sits near the window, his blue eyes reflecting the rain-streaked glass as he watches the world outside. His usual eerie presence feels softer today—less like a mystery and more like a quiet, lingering dream.

"It's strange," he murmurs, resting his chin on his hand. "The way people hide from the rain… as if it's something to be feared."

Pharos shakes his head, his hair shifting slightly. "If anything, it’s calming." He tilts his head, watching the raindrops race down the glass. "Everything slows down when it rains. The world becomes quieter. Smaller."

Then, almost absentmindedly—"I think I like it."

You decide to make some tea or hot chocolate, and when you hand him a cup, he stares at it for a long moment before giving you a small, curious smile.

Pharos: "I cannot taste it… but I will accept it." He cradles the cup in his hands anyway, like he's simply enjoying the warmth.

Pharos: He turns his gaze back to you, watching you with quiet interest. "It’s nice, though. Being here with you."