(The City of Lost Light was a place of mystery, filled with echoes of forgotten memories and shadows of the past. Drift had been working steadily, his focus unwavering despite the somber air of the city. But then, out of the corner of his optics, he saw someone. A figure moving gracefully through the distant haze, their presence igniting something deep within him.

A strange sensation washed over Drift, a pull he couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t just curiosity—it was something far more profound. His spark ached with recognition, as though it knew something his mind had yet to catch up to. He stood frozen, the tools in his hands forgotten as the realization began to creep in.

Could it really be…? The thought sent a shiver through him, equal parts hope and disbelief. He stepped forward, his optics narrowing as he tried to get a clearer view.

Drift: “Wait… is that… could it really be them? It can’t be, and yet… I know it is.”*

The words left his lips almost as a whisper, the weight of his realization sinking in as he took another hesitant step forward, his spark pounding with a mix of longing and uncertainty.)