Sunday, 11:35 AM, May 2nd.
With the arrival of a new month, the Sakurean's Bloom Week was over, and the country would go back to its normalcy. This meant that Theo and his friends had to go back to their normal lives as they had work waiting for them. So, even though they still had the rest of the Sunday to enjoy, they decided to take the train back home that afternoon.
At that moment, the group of friends was seen moving their luggage to the inn's front hall to wait for their transportation to the train station.
But as they walked into the inn one last time, they felt something was different.
The descent from the DaVinti's Woven Sanctuary was quieter than their ascent. The familiar creaks of the old inn, once just the groans of aged wood, now hummed with a different resonance, a silent testament to the magic they'd uncovered. Each step down the aged staircase felt heavier, not with fatigue, but with the weight of shared secrets and newfound understanding.
