The dawn slowly filtered through the silver mist, casting soft light onto the dew-damp earth.
Prava, Rafael, and Allara stood together in the open field.
The silence between them was thick with mixed emotions—
fear, hope, and the quiet warmth that lingered between their hearts.
Prava spoke in a low voice,
"Where should we start… after everything that's happened?"
Rafael gazed toward the path slowly revealed by the thinning mist.
"No need to rush. We'll take it together," he said.
Simple words, yet they eased the tension in Prava's chest.
Allara lifted a small bag onto her back.
"I'm ready," she said.
Her eyes held both determination and a hint of caution.
But when she glanced at Prava and Rafael,
she saw that she no longer had to face the journey alone.
They stepped forward together.
The first steps were careful, tentative,
then gradually found a rhythm in harmony.
The cold wind brushed past leaves, the nearby river whispered against stones,
as if the world itself guided their hearts toward unity.
"No matter how hard the road ahead may be," Prava said,
"at least we won't walk alone."
Rafael squeezed her hand tightly.
Allara gave them a small, encouraging smile.
In their eyes shone a new hope, tender and growing.
The mist gradually lifted, leaving only the soft golden light of dawn.
A new world awaited them ahead.
And the three hearts were ready to move forward together.