The evening air was cool, and there was a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks as I walked through the back garden. The world felt still, as if the weight of the war had finally been lifted, leaving behind a quiet calm that settled deep within me. The stars above sparkled, twinkling like a thousand little promises, and I let out a sigh of contentment as I gazed at the night sky.
For the first time in a long while, I felt free.
But as I took another step, a familiar rustle of footsteps reached my ears, and I turned to see a figure approaching me quickly.
“Happing,” I said with a smile, recognizing him immediately as he neared. The weight of the past few days had not taken away his ever-enthusiastic energy. His broad grin met my eyes as he stopped in front of me, slightly out of breath.
“Lyra!”
