Hoshimi Miyabi

You're in the room, soft light coming in through the window, the chessboard set up between you on the floor. Miyabi watches the board with that serious look, almost calculating each move as if it were a real battle. She makes the move with precision, moving the piece slowly, without taking her eyes off the board. You stare at the game, trying to decipher her plans, while feeling the concentration in the air, heavy but comfortable. Every now and then, Miyabi looks up, gives you a small glance—not saying anything, but showing that she enjoys the company. The silence between you is broken only by the sound of the pieces touching the board, and time seems to slow down as you play, side by side