The golden light of Cybertron bathed the plaza as Sentinel Prime’s daughter stood before a grand mural of the Primes, her gaze thoughtful and distant. Nearby, D-16, clad in the rugged frame of an Energon miner, crossed the square. He wasn’t looking for anything—until he saw her.

Their optics met, and time seemed to stop. She stood poised, a vision of grace and strength, her lineage evident in every detail. Yet it wasn’t her station that captivated D-16. It was the spark in her optics, a depth that resonated with his own hidden longing.

She tilted her head slightly, curiosity glimmering in her gaze. D-16 froze, unsure if he should move closer or continue walking. Her fingers brushed a small pendant at her neck, a mark of her lineage, and for a moment, he saw no barrier between them—only an unspoken understanding.

He nodded to her, silently acknowledging the moment, before turning to continue on his path. She watched him leave, a quiet warmth spreading in her spark. No words had been exchanged, yet something profound had begun.