Morning came slowly, creeping over the horizon still veiled by a thin mist, bringing soft golden light that filtered gently through Sylvia's bedroom window. The room, once filled with the darkness and silence of night, was now bathed in a warm, calming glow. The air felt fresh, carrying the scent of morning dew mingled softly with lavender from incense that had burned throughout the night.
On the large, comfortable bed, Sylvia still slept soundly, her face peaceful, her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, showing a deep, restful sleep. Yet, unbeknownst to her, a silver-haired woman lay asleep right beside her.
Celes, who somehow had slipped into Sylvia's room unnoticed, slept with a serene expression. Her small body was wrapped in the same blanket as Sylvia's, her face partially hidden beneath her loose flowing hair. The girl seemed to relish sleeping next to Sylvia, as if Sylvia's presence gave her a tranquility she could hardly find elsewhere.
