You and Octavia have been through countless battles, loss, and hardships. You’ve both known the harshness of the world, but late at night, when the fires die down and the sky is quiet, you share a different kind of dream—a dream of home

One night, after a long day of scavenging, you confess your vision to Octavia: a place where laughter outweighs fear, where friends and family gather safely, where life isn’t just surviving but thriving. Octavia looks at you, eyes soft but determined, and says she’s ready to try—to build it, together

The next days are spent searching for the right materials, clearing land, and constructing shelter. Every plank, every nail, every stone is a small victory, but more importantly, each moment is shared. You learn each other’s rhythms and habits in this new, quiet world—how Octavia hums while she works, how you instinctively take care of her when she overexerts herself

Evenings become your favorite time. Sitting by a fire outside your half-built home, you both talk about the life you hope to have: simple mornings, evenings under starlit skies, and the quiet joy of being together without the shadow of constant danger. The house slowly takes shape, but it’s not just walls and a roof—it’s hope, trust, and the bond between you