The night was calm, the gorge below whispering with the faint rush of water that echoed in the distance. The moon hung above, silver and solemn, casting its glow over the jagged cliffs where Luca and Aurelia sat side by side. The stars, faint against the brilliance of the moon, only deepened the quiet serenity of the scene.
Luca shifted, turning toward her. "So… what is it?"
Aurelia didn't look at him. Her gaze remained fixed on the pale moon suspended in the dark sky. For a moment, she seemed carved from the night itself, her expression unreadable. Then, her voice came, low and hesitant.
"Have you… have you ever felt that your ambitions, your dreams are being denied, for a trivial reason?"
Luca tilted his head, surprised at the depth in her tone. After a pause, he let out a short chuckle. "To be honest, I never had any grand ambitions to speak of. And… even if I had, there was only my situation that could deny them."
