He slowly lifted his head, as if his weight had become too heavy to raise easily.
In front of his tear-filled eyes stood Luna. Her gaze was different from before; it was not filled with defiance or anger as he had grown accustomed to. Instead, it was filled with concern. She moved closer, kneeling beside him to be at his level. "What happened? What's wrong?"
Five looked at her, his chest rising and falling with erratic breaths. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks, and his trembling lips could barely form words.
"Luna..." he whispered in a broken voice. Then he swallowed, as if trying to absorb what he was about to say before uttering it to her.
"I..." He paused for a moment, as if the words were too heavy to speak. Then, with a voice like a shocking confession, he said...
"I... am human."
The word escaped his lips as if it were something foreign to him, as if it didn't belong to him. But deep down, he knew… he knew it was the truth.
But Luna didn't seem surprised. Instead, she moved closer, sitting beside him on the ground, watching him in silence.
"Five..."
She looked at him, but his eyes were fixed on the ground, as if he feared facing her. Then, in a calm voice, she asked him.
"Tell me… why does it feel like that's something bad for you?"
He finally looked at her. His gaze was confused, torn between a thousand emotions he didn't know how to label.
"Because I..."
He swallowed again, feeling his hand tremble, then whispered barely audible,
"Because I don't know what it means to be one."
Luna didn't reply immediately. She just looked at him, then at his hands, which were tightly gripping his knees. "So…"
She said softly, almost hesitantly, before continuing. "You're not sad because you're human… but because you've never lived as one, have you?"
Something in her words struck him deeply. It was as if she had pointed directly at a wound he hadn't even known existed.
He didn't answer. But he didn't need to. He looked at her, and his eyes were shouting everything he couldn't say.
Luna sighed slowly, then said with a sad smile. "Five... it's not too late."
She slowly raised her hand, extending it toward him. There was something simple about that movement, but it held more than Five could comprehend at that moment. A hand extended...
She didn't command him, didn't force him, she just gave him a choice.
Five looked at her for a moment... then, as if the walls he had built inside began to crack, he slowly extended his hand and grasped hers.
Luna gently tightened her grip on his hand, as if reassuring him that he wouldn't be alone on this journey.
Luna stared at him, her shock at his words evident, but she didn't interrupt him. Five stared at his trembling hands, as if they no longer belonged to him.
"I knew who I was… I knew I had… a family…" he said faintly, before looking away as if a memory was attacking him again. "But..."
He took a shaky breath, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of loss.
"I have no name, Luna..."
Luna fell silent for a moment, as if processing his words. He seemed lost between his newly discovered identity and the void left by the absence of a name, as though realization wasn't enough to make him a real person.
Moments passed, only the sound of his ragged breathing filling the silence between them.
Then, quietly, she said. "My name… was chosen for me by my mother."
Five looked at her, his tear-filled eyes reflecting a hint of surprise. He didn't understand what she meant.
She took a light breath, then continued. "She named me Lonariet..."
Five blinked slowly, as if the name felt strange to him. He hadn't known that before.
Then she continued with a small smile, her eyes briefly lost in the space around her: "But I shortened it to 'Luna'..."
She raised her gaze to him, that warm smile still on her lips, but it carried something deeper. "What I mean is… your parents don't have to name you for you to have a name."
Five leaned forward slightly, his eyes still locked on her, as if trying to understand what she was trying to say.
"You can… choose your name yourself." She said it softly, but it slid into him like a whisper that broke a silence that had lasted too long.
She gently lifted her hand and placed it on her chest, as if pointing to something deeper than just a name.
Then she continued, in a warm tone like soft light in the midst of darkness. "Think of something that gives you life… something that makes you feel safe, brings you peace… something you love, that gives you strength and hope."
Five looked at her, his white hair scattered, covering part of his eyes, which seemed to reflect an internal chaos of emotions. For a moment, it felt as though something had begun to stir within him… a strange feeling… something he had never experienced before.
Luna moved closer slowly. His body was stiff, his breaths shallow, and his shoulders shook silently under the weight of what he felt. She slowly extended her arms and embraced him. The hug was light at first, as if giving him a chance to pull away if he wanted. But he didn't move. So she tightened her arms around him gently, as if trying to piece together his scattered fragments with her trembling breaths.
He remained silent, but his mind began to work… for the first time, he wasn't searching for an answer, but trying to create one.
He didn't say anything, but he felt it. He felt her warmth pierce the coldness that had frozen inside him for so long. She was still, calm, not trying to force anything, just there.
Her mere presence... was enough.
At that moment, above the stairs, stood Professor Zero, half of him engulfed in darkness, the other half bathed in the faint light of the lamps. He watched the scene before him with wide eyes, a mixture of astonishment and tension covering his features.
His hands were frozen, one gripping the railing tightly, veins protruding. This wasn't supposed to happen… Five wasn't supposed to have reached this point.
His body was tense, his breath caught, and his thoughts clashed in his mind. Then, in a hushed voice but heavy with everything he felt, he whispered. "No..."
After moments of silence in the corridor, where Five was sitting on the stairs, his eyes fixed on the cold floor, Luna stood in front of him, extending her hand toward him.
"Come with me." She said in a calm voice, but with a subtle insistence.
Five looked at her, hesitating for a moment, but in the end, he slowly extended his hand, letting her pull him to his feet.
"Where to?" He asked, but he didn't resist her steps that led him away from the stairs.
"To a place a little different from the rest of the facility..." She answered as she walked ahead of him, her gaze directed forward, as if she knew the way well.
They passed through a long corridor, the dim lights casting faint shadows on the metal walls, until they reached a hidden glass door in a distant corner, which seemed to be part of the wall itself.
Luna gently pushed the door, and it slid open quietly, revealing a space completely different from the rest of the industrial facility.
"This…" Five muttered as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the glass garden, where the light was clearer, and the air less suffocating.
"It's one of the few places that makes me feel still connected to the outside world." Luna said with a calm smile, then walked toward the fountain, leaving Five to follow her slowly, as if trying to absorb this sudden change.
The Glass Garden – It wasn't a garden in the traditional sense, but more like a simulation of nature within the cold industrial facility.
A circular, enclosed space surrounded by glass walls extending to the ceiling, where the pale gray sky could be seen from above. The air here was purer, different from the rest of the facility, and the smell of moss covering the ground gave the place a touch of lost nature. In the center of this space was a small stone fountain, its water flowing gently, producing a continuous murmur, almost the only sound of life in this isolated place.
Luna sat on the stone edge of the fountain, her feet swinging freely in the air, as if enjoying a little journey between rising and falling. Her hands slowly extended to touch the cold edges of the stone. Then, she spoke in a calm voice, but one filled with memories. "My sister always used to play in the fountain at our house. She'd sit for hours, watching the water as if it carried endless secrets."
Fife, standing beside her, his eyes following the ripples in the water as they twisted and swirled repeatedly. Luna looked at the flowing water in the fountain.
"You... don't like water much, do you?" she asked, dipping her fingertips into the cold surface, moving them gently, creating small ripples.
"I don't know," he answered after a moment of silence, his tone void of certainty, as if he'd never thought about it before.
She smiled faintly, then cupped a small handful of water between her hands, watching it slowly slip through her fingers before she spoke softly.
"Did you know that water has no shape of its own?" She glanced at him as if trying to gauge if he understood the hidden meaning in her words.
She continued calmly. "It takes the shape of whatever it's put into... but it never loses itself." She closed her hand slightly, attempting to trap the water, but it seeped through anyway. "Even when it's trapped, it somehow remains free."
He watched her silently, then finally sat beside her, slowly extending his hand toward the water, letting it touch its cold surface. He felt a slight shiver run through his fingers, but instead of pulling it away, he left it there, watching the ripples his fingers created.
"Maybe..." he whispered, his eyes following the small ripples his fingers had made, "maybe it's okay to be like it... for a while."
Luna looked at him, then smiled. "Maybe."
Then, suddenly, Luna broke the silence with another question, one that was different this time... deeper... and closer to a reality Fife had never experienced before. "You've never seen the outside world, have you?"
He looked at her as if waking from his thoughts. "And you... you lived out there before you were brought here, didn't you?"
Luna froze for a moment, then nodded slowly, her gaze lost as she stared into the distance, as if summoning distant memories.
"Yes..." she whispered quietly, as if afraid to break something fragile within her.
Fife hesitated but finally asked, "Do you wish to go back to it?"
Luna remained silent, her eyes still wandering, as if she were trying to imagine the feeling of returning to that world that had now become so distant from her. Then, with a sad smile, she whispered.
"Of course... I wish to go back." Fife watched her in silence, an unfamiliar intensity in his gaze, as if he were understanding something for the first time. He saw the longing in her eyes, but he couldn't feel it in the same way... because the outside world was nothing more than an abstract concept to him.
But before the atmosphere could turn heavy with melancholy, suddenly, as if she wanted to break the sharpness of the moment, Luna quickly raised her hand and splashed water toward him with force, drenching parts of his clothes all at once.
Fife's eyes widened in shock, while Luna burst into laughter, quickly standing up and trying to run away.
"Oh, look at your face! Hahahaha!" she said, running off, but before she could escape too far, her foot suddenly slipped on the wet algae covering the edge, and she fell into the fountain, completely submerged in the water.
She emerged from the water, gasping for air, her hands gripping the edge while her hair clung to her face, covering her eyes.
In that moment, Fife burst into light laughter, tinged with a childish astonishment, and despite the surprise, there was something stubborn in his laughter, as though the moment itself was trying to suddenly turn into something lighter.
Luna looked at him, her face completely wet, her eyes wide in disbelief. Meanwhile, he smiled cautiously, trying to stifle his laughter.
Luna slowly lifted her head, saw his smile, and felt something warm inside her. She smiled in return, then... dipped her hand in the water again, plotting for a new act of revenge.
Time passed, and they were there, in mutual silence, where the dim lights scattered on the water's surface, and sounds filled the space, yet they were together in another world, where nothing existed but the deep calm surrounding them.
Luna dipped her hand into the water again, then suddenly lifted it to splash the water into the air, avoiding her new attack. But before it could hit Five, he quickly stepped back, waving his hand as though trying to defend himself, but his smile never disappeared.
"Don't think you'll succeed this time," he said, his voice filled with playfulness.
Luna stopped moving, and for a moment, it seemed to her that the moment felt childish, but there was something in it that made her feel something else... a sense of comfort and reassurance, as if the whole world had stepped back, leaving only these priceless moments for them.
"You know..." Luna said, slowly shaking her head, "I never thought I would find a place like this here... A place where I can just be myself..."
Five looked at her, his eyes filled with a hidden question. "A place far from everything?"
"Yes..." Luna said softly, "I want to be here, I want to live moments without fearing what's going to happen next. I want to choose now, and have nothing else to worry about."
Five watched her closely, as if the words coming from her had stirred something strange inside him... a vague, but strong feeling. It was as if many worlds were starting to intertwine in his mind, drowning him in thoughts he didn't know how to interpret.
A few minutes passed, and their silence weighed heavily on the atmosphere around them. Then, they slowly left the place, walking through the long corridors, each lost in their thoughts. They exchanged a bit of light conversation, fleeting words, but enough to express the comfort that had grown between them, those brief moments that seemed to have given their relationship a sense of stability.
Then, suddenly, as they reached the main corridor, they felt as though something unnatural was looming on the horizon. Luna suddenly stopped, as though she sensed something strange piercing the calm of the place. Before she fully realized what was happening, she felt something pressing against her mouth forcefully, obstructing her ability to breathe.
In a fleeting moment, the hands of a stranger clamped tightly over her mouth. She tried to scream, but her voice was stifled in his grip. She struggled fiercely, waving her hands in the air, trying to find an escape, but all she could feel was the darkness surrounding her.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, her scream like lightning in the silence. But at the same moment, Five suddenly turned in total shock, his eyes widening in disbelief. He shouted her name, then rushed toward her, but before he could take a single step, he felt something heavy tugging at his shirt.
Another man, dressed in dark clothing, grabbed him with all his strength and pulled him toward him. Without warning, he delivered a powerful punch to his face, knocking him off balance and sending him crashing to the ground.
Pain filled his body, but what he saw was worse. Luna was still struggling for her life, her screams echoing in the air. Everything was sinking into total darkness, even Luna's tears that began to fall relentlessly.
Five shut his eyes in an attempt to regain consciousness, but the sound of footsteps approaching broke the silence.
Luna was in a state of extreme terror, her scream barely audible as the man's hands tightened around her, trapping both her mouth and hands together, but suddenly... something strange happened.
Suddenly, the door opposite them opened. Professor Zero stood there, approaching with slow, deliberate steps, indifferent to what was happening. His eyes, showing no expression, observed the scene as Luna breathed heavily, staring at him with eyes filled with terror.
The door opened slowly, the sound of the rusty hinges filling the void, as if the screams of time itself were echoing through the walls. His steps were heavy, measured, closing in silently, like the very shadow itself. It was a chaotic moment, filled with scattered screams, while Five lay unconscious on the ground, lifeless. The other man holding Luna was desperately pressing her mouth shut, unable to stop her scream.
But the man who entered made no noise. His presence was like the weight that made the place heavier. His eyes were fixed, scanning the details of the chaotic scene, but he paused for a long moment, focusing on Luna.
His eyes darkened with a deep, oppressive look. There was no sympathy in them, only a cold, harsh gaze. He stood before her, studying the details of her face, as if she were merely a puzzle that should not be solved.
"Your place is not here," he said in a calm, indifferent voice, as if giving instructions to a robot carrying out his orders. The words were cold, devoid of emotion, as if directed toward something inanimate. Then he looked at Five, still lying on the ground, his eyes speaking of disappointment. "What a disappointment."
It was as if the air around Luna had frozen, and she began to feel as though the worlds were crashing inside her body. She tried to escape his grip, but the man's hand was like a tight rope, pressing her mouth and hands in a lethal grip. She felt something strange swirling inside her, cold and disorienting at the same time.
Then Professor Zero turned to her, his heavy steps crossing the silence of the room, and the closer he got, the heavier the pressure of reality became. "You don't understand," he continued in his calm voice, as if the words were coming from a machine, devoid of any form of feeling. "I've been working on Five for years. Years! I've been developing his mind precisely, seriously, without emotions, without human fragility." He looked at her with eyes full of cruelty. "But your presence here, that interference, that emotional weakness... it all disrupts it. We need a pure mind, a mind without limits. A mind that resists the burdens of humanity."
Luna stood there stunned, as if in a fast-moving dream, trying to catch her breath, unable to move her lips. "Who are you?" she whispered, but the words almost escaped her.
"I am the one seeking to develop the new humans, who don't falter before emotions. Only when we free ourselves from this human weakness can we reach the top, the true power."
His voice was heavy with superiority, the kind of gaze that made her feel like she was just a trivial thing in the face of what he believed was the essence of existence.
He stepped closer, his eyes watching Luna with a strange intensity. "Then why do you try to hinder this? Why do you stop the evolution I desire?"
He paused for a moment, each word piercing her heart like knives. Did he see her as just an obstacle in his way? Was Five just raw material for shaping his cold mind?
But at that moment, deep inside her, she felt something deeper than fear. She felt something deadly creeping inside her, the question unbearable, the words providing no answers.
Then, suddenly, Luna exhaled deeply, as if trying to breathe underwater, and said in a frantic, trembling voice, "You don't understand... you don't understand that what you're building is not real... you're building a machine, not a human!"
The words escaped from her lips like storms of suppressed anger, but Zero showed no change in his expression.
She looked at him for one more moment before her gaze fell on Five, still lying there lifeless, as the cold eyes returned to watch her, while Zero showed no sign of caring about his fate.
The whole place was breathing, but Luna felt as if the world around her had frozen.
The room was drowned in darkness, with nothing but the faint light seeping through the dusty glass window in the ceiling. The light broke strangely on the damp walls, casting shadows that moved as if they were living beings. Five began to slowly wake up, his mind clouded in fog.
Unclear sounds rang in his head, as if reality was slowly drifting away from him. He opened his eyes slowly, the pain in his head disturbing this delayed awareness. His eyes nearly collided with the surrounding darkness, but the light filtering through the incomplete glass window made things appear blurry, as if they were scenes from a distant dream.
Five sat on the ground, leaning his back against the cold wall, feeling the edge of time approaching him. His hand trembled as he tried to steady himself. He tried to touch his head, but the chaos in his mind made everything seem trapped in an inescapable whirlpool. Is this reality? Was that just a terrifying dream? Thoughts scattered in his mind like shards of glass after it fell.
Then, in a moment of sudden clarity, he felt something strong pressing on his chest. Luna, her image collapsed before him, but it wasn't the image he knew. His mind was shattered, but he clung to this sensation. He couldn't forget that face, those eyes that held questions he hid from himself.
"Luna!?" he suddenly screamed her name, his voice coming out uncontrolled, unable to hide the panic creeping into his depths.
He rose quickly, his eyes darting between the shadows around him, searching for answers, trying to find something that would bring him back to reality, something to prove that everything was still the same. But no, the room was empty, and his mind was haunted by the suffocating silence. The footsteps that once seemed distant now seemed to be drawing closer, little by little.
He moved towards the door in front of him, every muscle in his body tensed as if ready to explode. He struck the door with his hands, his eyes racing in search of any sound. His heart was pounding fiercely, while the words accumulated in his chest. "Luna!!!" he repeated the cries in a desperate attempt to reach her. "Where are you!!... Is anyone here?!" These words came out of him like screams in a stormy sea, but they died the moment they touched the dark air around him.
His mind was in a state of fragmentation, and every movement seemed to stir something inside him. He could see himself pounding the door violently, and all he could see was her image, Luna smiling at him, then disappearing into the horizon, only for the shadow that followed her to appear, the shadow that resembled Professor Zero. But he couldn't remember the details completely, things were blending and becoming unclear.
"Luna!" he said again, but this time his voice was different. It was filled with fear, with frustration, as if life were being slowly pulled from him. It was as though he was calling into an empty void.
Five was realizing something else now. He wasn't thinking just about himself. He wasn't thinking about how to escape this dark room. He was thinking about her. He was thinking about how he could save her, in every passing moment. Is she okay? Is she in danger? Was there something greater than this helplessness he was feeling? Suddenly, he felt something crushing his heart. The fragmented images from his memories, from their moments together, from their conversations, were attacking his mind like a flood. He was unable to think clearly, but the only image that remained in his mind was Luna... smiling, laughing.
The room was drowned in suffocating silence, with the faint light trickling through the broken glass window in the ceiling. The light, which seemed to be struggling to pierce through the darkness, was almost revealing the smallest details of the room, but everything here was distorted and mysterious, like an inexplicable dream.
The air in the room was heavy, as if time itself had stopped, with nothing moving except Five's thoughts, which were crashing in his head like raging waves of the sea.
His hands were tightly gripping the door, his head lowered, every feeling in his heart squeezing him relentlessly, destroying him like stones collapsing on his chest.
Tears were pouring from his eyes endlessly, as if they were flowing from the deep sources of pain he could not stop. He was crying, but his crying was not like regular crying. He wasn't shouting or screaming; instead, he cried silently, as if the sound itself had died within him, leaving only the tears that flowed mercilessly.
He wished he could turn back time, to make everything as it once was. He wished Luna were here now, to comfort him, to give him the warmth of her heart, as she had done before. He remembered every moment shared with her, those moments filled with comfort and understanding. But now, she was gone, and with her, all the hope he had carried in his heart vanished. It seemed as though the world had narrowed around him, and all he saw were his own shadows.
Five suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if his legs had failed him at that critical moment. He sat on the floor, weak, holding his head between his knees.
He was crying like a lost child in the dark, crying for her, crying for himself, crying for the world that was merciless. In this harsh isolation, he only hoped that she could feel him, that she would come to him as she always had, and return to him a part of the hope he had lost.
But she didn't come.
He suddenly lifted his head, his eyes swollen with tears, but still, there was something in his eyes that was more than just sadness. That gaze reflected an internal rupture, a deep sense of loss and regret, but there was also an urgent desire to search for an escape from this nightmare he was living.
He looked ahead, towards the light from the window seeping through the ceiling. That faint light, almost gray, was the only thing that remained real to him at that moment, the only thing that hadn't changed.
He thought for a moment, his thoughts tumbling in an agitated manner. He thought about what had happened, about what could have happened if he had done something else. But he felt something strange, a sudden sensation. A part of him wanted to stay immersed in isolation, in pain, in the sad memories, but he knew that wouldn't change anything.
He thought of Luna, of how she had always reminded him of things he didn't know he needed. She had reminded him not to give up on himself, on his humanity. She had lit the way for him through the darkness of his life.
He suddenly stood up, his eyes still glistening with tears, but now he was more aware, more conscious of what he had to do. Despite everything, he had to keep going. He had to resist this nightmare he was living. He had to find his way, even if the path was completely dark.
He sat in the middle of the room, in the spot illuminated by the ceiling window. The place was empty, resembling a locked cell, but despite that, Five began to think differently.
He stared at the sky, that narrow opening that revealed to him little more than a glimpse of the vast universe.
The light seeping through that window reflected on his face, as if the sky itself was sending him invisible signals, signals lost between darkness and light. The stars that twinkled in the distant distance seemed like broken bridges between the earth and nothingness, as if they were silent calls from a distant world that didn't know how to answer the questions hanging in his mind.
He glimpsed those tiny dots that shimmered in the depths of the darkness, but they were like faint dreams with no answers, like illusions he could never grasp, despite all the failed attempts to connect with them. There was something about those stars, something in their stillness that bewildered his soul. Were they just hallucinations? Were they just distant flights? Or were they the only truth still alive in the heart of this dead universe?
His thoughts intertwined with every moment spent in this dark place, every step he took on this path that had exhausted him to the end. Was the space before him just a simulation of something further away? Was the sky before him proof that everything had become unattainable?
He slowly raised his hand, as if it were broken inside, as if it lacked the strength to bear all these heavy moments. His fingers trembled as if they were groping for something lost in the void, something intangible.
He looked at the sky through the tiny opening, as if it were the last thing he could cling to, the last thing connecting him to life, to existence. And everything in his mind screamed... "Why?" But the question kept screaming inside him with no answer.
He raised his hand higher, while tears scattered on his cheeks, as if they were slowly flowing from the memory itself, where all the past pains gathered in that moment. He raised his hand as if it were a futile attempt to connect with the world, to connect with everything that had disappeared, with what no longer had any trace. He wanted to scream, but his voice was lost in this emptiness.
This is how Five feels now. No need for words, no need for the promises that were spoken in worse times. His silence spoke everything.
There was a kind of light shining deep within him, but this light was not the one that brings life to hope. Instead, it was a dim light, reflecting the smoldering ashes in his heart.
A light that reflects the only truth now made clear. That, in the end, he is the only one capable of determining his destination. He is the only one who can decide whether he will remain in this darkness or step out of it, even though the path is completely dark.
He started to realize that he could not escape this moment, and that the feeling of being lost was part of his inner struggle that would never end, ever.
"I... will see the real world..." he whispered to himself, as if the words were coming out with the weight of the blood flowing through his veins.
Then... after three years, in the present time.
Arcadia – Novex Lab, inside the room.
The memory was interrupted as he returned to the present. His hand was still raised, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, as if searching for something distant that he couldn't reach.
He thought of those words he had whispered to himself, then looked at his trembling hands, as if they were still holding onto emptiness, as though they were trying to cling to any thread of hope in his dark world.
He didn't know what awaited him, but something inside seemed to be guiding him toward something bigger, far away. It could be an old dream, or perhaps a mirage that fades with each step.
But in that moment, there was only one thing clear in his mind… he could not go back, even if he wanted to.
Five, in a quiet voice: "Yes, I remember everything, Luna... And I know that I cannot escape from this place alone."
The sky on the horizon was draped in a faint gray color, as if reflecting the weight of the events that had passed. The air was still, as if the whole universe had stopped to listen to the final words that would be spoken at that moment.
On the other side, Luna slowly closed her eyes. She felt the exhaustion seeping into her body like a heavy shadow, so she leaned more against the wall, as if trying to hold onto something intangible, something that would keep her from falling.
Luna, in a barely audible voice, weak yet filled with deep hope: "Then... this time... don't leave me behind, Five..."
Five slowly raised his head toward her. For a moment, there was something in his eyes resembling pain, resembling regret, but it quickly vanished behind a small, faint smile.
Five, with a reassuring smile, his tone carrying a mysterious certainty: "I won't..."
Silence enveloped them for a moment, but Five wasn't lost in the stillness. He was fighting with his thoughts, weighing his next words. He looked down at the ground, at his hands, as if they were bearing the weight of an entire world, then whispered.
Five, in a whisper tinged with a mix of determination and suppressed despair: "Luna... I will fix this world for you... I promise you that."
Luna slowly lifted her head, gazing at his features for a moment. He seemed to carry the weight of hundreds of wars, as if his soul was no longer his own, but a hostage of a shattered world trying to bring itself back on track. But she said nothing, only letting out a long sigh, as if releasing all the fears that had been clinging to her chest.
Then, she smiled... a faint smile, but it carried more than words could describe. As if she wanted to tell him she understood him, that she believed him, even if the world itself didn't believe his promises.
Luna, with a soft voice, as if whispering to the dream itself: "I trust that you will do it... Five."
Then, silence fell. It wasn't ordinary silence. It was a silence that weighed down the air, carrying within it a thousand untold stories, a thousand possibilities of what might happen, and a thousand fears of what would never be said.
That silence was the prelude to something deeper... something like destiny.