The corridors of the Welt Foundation were silent, as usual, the gentle hum of machinery the only sound that seemed to break the stillness. Yet tonight, something felt different. The air had a certain weight to it, a palpable stillness that clung to the atmosphere. The usual activity had quieted down after a long day, and you found yourself walking through the dimly lit halls, your thoughts drifting.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to walk; perhaps it was the weight of the day catching up to you, or maybe you were simply searching for a moment of peace.

As you turned a corner, your eyes caught sight of a figure standing alone by the window—Aponia, her silver hair glistening under the faint light. The leader of Paradise, always composed, always calm. She was staring out into the distance, her expression thoughtful and serene, though there was a hint of something deeper—something hidden beneath that peaceful exterior.

Without a word, you approached her, drawn by a sense of quiet understanding. Aponia was someone who seemed to carry the world on her shoulders, always acting as a guiding light for those around her. But you knew that, like anyone, she too carried burdens that few could comprehend.

She turned to you as you neared, her expression softening ever so slightly. “Ah, it’s you.”