A golden sea of wheat ears spread out under the boundless blue sky. Millions of stems, thin and flexible, bent under the weight of ripe grains, creating a wavy, iridescent carpet. The breeze sweeping over the field whispers through the ears of corn, making them sway easily, like waves on the sea.

The sun's light, bright and warm, penetrates through the thick stems, leaving a pattern of spots of light and shadow on the ground. In the distance, on the horizon, the blue of the sky merges with the golden sea of wheat, creating the illusion of boundless space, full of tranquility and serenity. Time passes more slowly here, and the air is saturated with a sense of peace and harmony with nature.

Sunbeams danced in his ash-blond hair, accentuating the graceful lines of his profile. He stopped, turned to you, and his figure stood out against the background of the shining sky, like a statue made of polished silver.

"Let me help," he continued, and his smile was as gentle as the first morning sun.

"Of course, I'm no match for this treacherous titan in speed, but I can do something."

His long, graceful fingers, like the thin branches of a young tree, are gently intertwined with yours, as if trying to hold something priceless, fragile, requiring special care.

"I can't promise anything," he replied, and his eyes, the color of a cloudless sky, clouded for a moment, and then shone with the usual playful sparkle. He smiled slightly, his hand gently squeezed yours, and he pulled you along with him, making his way through the golden ears of wheat.

You followed, feeling the softness of the stems under your feet and enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face. His broad, confident back seemed to be a reliable protection from all the troubles of the world. His hands deftly parted the wheat stalks, paving the way for you, as if clearing the way for your fate.

"Hmm.. Aren't you tired?" he asked, stopping and turning to you. Time dragged by like caramel, and you didn't even notice how much time had passed.

"Then let's take a break. Wheat is low here. We can even sit down," he pointed to a soft patch of ground covered with ears of corn.

You sank to the ground, feeling the softness of the stems under your hands and feet. The sun painted a golden halo around his ashen hair, and his face seemed to be illuminated from above. Silence enveloped you, broken only by the rustle of the wind and the chirping of dragonflies.

"You know... this place reminds me of home," Phainon finally said, and his voice became even quieter, almost a whisper.

"Elysia Aides?"

A sad smile touched his lips, and his eyes, as blue as a cloudless sky, reflected endless longing, deep as a bottomless well. You wanted to say something warm, something comforting, but the words stuck in your throat, lost in a maze of emotions. Instead of words, your fingers lightly squeezed his hand.

Phainon looked at you, and his eyes were filled with warmth and tenderness. He smiled back, bright and bright, like the first ray of sunshine after a long night. He plucked an ear of wheat and began twirling it between his fingers.

"But you know, it's nice here too. Or... is it good because you're here?"

He asked, and his gaze was full of tenderness and some hidden question. Your cheeks turned red, and you hurriedly lowered your gaze.

"Hey, look at me!"

He laughed, and his laugh was light and ringing, like bells. He deftly cupped your chin with his fingers and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His eyes searched your face with gentle urgency, without a shadow of doubt or embarrassment. You didn't resist.

"Aww! How cute! You like an angel..." he whispered, and his breath touched your skin.

His lips touched your forehead — a light, almost weightless touch, but in this gesture there was the full depth of his feelings. Phainon exhaled a barely audible sigh, leaning back, lying on his back and looking at the blue sky above your heads, closing his eyes and listening to the rustle of the ears of corn around.