They chose to land at the Zurich International Airport because it was the closest international airport to Germany's Black Forest. Crimson and Solstace disembarked from their long flight, carrying the weight of the past 36 hours on their shoulders.
The airport was a symphony of life, echoing with a cacophony of languages that blended into a unique melody of travel. The mingling scents of freshly brewed coffee and buttery pastries from nearby cafes wafted through the air, tempting even the weariest of travelers.
The constant hum of conversation, the rhythmic clatter of suitcase wheels on the sleek airport floor, and the occasional distant announcement over the PA system created an ambiance of ceaseless motion and excitement.
Crimson’s gaze lingered on Solstace, her eyelids drooping. Her
