Crimson and Solstace left the Moondance pack before sunrise, heading towards their journey. The dim morning light filtered through the hangar, casting a gentle golden hue on their faces, creating a sense of anticipation and warmth. The vast space echoed their every step, a stark reminder of the gravity of their mission.
Crimson tapped her foot in a rhythmic, almost dance-like pattern. Each tap was an echo of her restless thoughts. Her glances at Solstace, fleeting and furtive, were like silent questions, shimmering with unspoken curiosity.
He stood still, his figure casting a long shadow, his eyes hidden under furrowed brows. Crimson watched Solstace, his face a mask of stoicism. Yet, there was something in the slight tension of his jaw, a subtle unrest, like waves stirring beneath a ca
