Few years has been passed already after Arvian succesfully passed the Academy Exam.
Arvian sitting on the chair, his leg restng on another. Taking the sip of tea from cup, the warmth steam kissing his face. The His white loosen shirt shimmering yellow under the warm light of the sunset, the sleves folded. The yellow light made his face more like a honey spilt on a white paper. The Orange sky looked more of a spread hell-fire rather than a normal sunset.
Arviam, sitting on the chair, one leg resting over the other, he slowly sipped his tea. The hot steam rose gently, kissing his cold face, and for a moment, the warmth spread across his skin.
The golden-orange sunlight poured in through the window, casting a glow over him like honey spilled across a page. The rich aroma of the tea curled into his nose, grounding him in the moment.
Outside, the rhythmic crash of waves echoed in the distance—a steady lullaby of peace.
