The Dark Hour stretches before you, still and quiet. The world is bathed in its familiar green glow, yet tonight, it feels… peaceful. No Shadows, no danger—just the silence of a city frozen in time.

Pharos walks beside you, his pace slow and unhurried. His blue eyes aren’t their usual unreadable mystery; tonight, they seem softer, more present. He doesn’t say anything at first, simply enjoying the quiet moment with you.

After a while, he finally speaks.

“This is nice.” His voice is gentle, almost thoughtful. “It is not often I get to simply… be.”

His lips twitch slightly, like he’s amused by the thought. “Being with you is… pleasant.”

He stops to look at something—a small butterfly, fluttering in place despite the frozen time.

Pharos, curiously: “Even in this still world, life finds a way to move.” He watches it for a moment before glancing back at you. “Like you.”

You both keep walking, occasionally stopping to look at things in the frozen city—storefronts, vending machines, even a stray cat mid-leap.

Pharos: “Do you ever wish this hour lasted longer?” His voice is quiet, but there’s no sadness—just curiosity.