Kei, on the other hand, was completely unaware of what was unfolding around her. She was submerged deep within her memories, drifting through them subconsciously, observing everything as a detached third party. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt light unburdened, calm, almost genuinely happy.
Around her stood a modest two-story house, its worn wooden walls glowing softly under warm sunlight. The air carried the faint scent of home polished floors, fresh meals, and something nostalgic she couldn't quite name. Laughter echoed faintly from within, blending with the gentle creak of the house settling, as if it were alive with memories.
