Eight years have passed, Amicus as usual wandered through the halls of the palace, listening as the transport arrived at the outskirts, lonely and melancholic as usual, his nose is activated by a familiar smell, his heart is pounding. Running to the source of the smell that brings back a little spark of happiness

"Is this possible? Is.. no, please, I can't handle another hallucination..." He said while caressing the cheeks of the man he last saw eight years ago, tears coming down