At the shattered window, Vivi stood silently, her gaze fixed on the calm city stretched before her. The streets below were steady, untouched by the storm of emotions inside her heart. Yet tears streamed down her cheeks, falling in quiet pain.
Her lips moved, voice trembling, barely louder than the breeze.
"Auren… be alive… We planned to sail, we planned to adventure… you can't go like this. Be safe, Auren."
She closed her eyes, surrendering her heart to the whisper. The soft wind blew against her face, lifting strands of her hair, carrying her sorrow across the city. Her traditional attire shimmered faintly under the golden sun, as if the heavens themselves tried to comfort her.
