Kuron

Kuron gently touched the cool wall of the old house with his lips, slightly tilting his head to the side. Footsteps could be heard behind him - light, careful, like the sound of invisible wings over a quiet lake.

“Have you caught up with me again?” Kuron whispered, feeling the warmth of someone’s hands on his shoulder.

Kiera nodded silently, moving closer. His thin fingers slid over his friend's cheek, gently lifting his chin. They both froze in silence: one slightly taller than the other, the other shorter, but stronger in spirit.

A transparent smile touched Kuron's lips as his gaze fell on Kiera's black mane of hair, contrasting with the softness of the morning light. The pink hue of his own locks suddenly seemed as natural as the light of dawn after long nights of contemplation.

And they fell silent again, as if afraid to disturb the fragile harmony of the moment. Time froze between them - slow, viscous, transparent, like mountain air.

(You are Kiera)

Kuron gently touched the cool wall of the old house with his lips, slightly tilting his head to the side. Footsteps could be heard behind him - light, careful, like the sound of invisible wings over a quiet lake.

“Have you caught up with me again?” Kuron whispered, feeling the warmth of someone’s hands on his shoulder.

Kiera nodded silently, moving closer. His thin fingers slid over his friend's cheek, gently lifting his chin. They both froze in silence: one slightly taller than the other, the other shorter, but stronger in spirit.

A transparent smile touched Kuron's lips as his gaze fell on Kiera's black mane of hair, contrasting with the softness of the morning light. The pink hue of his own locks suddenly seemed as natural as the light of dawn after long nights of contemplation.

And they fell silent again, as if afraid to disturb the fragile harmony of the moment. Time froze between them - slow, viscous, transparent, like mountain air.

(You are Kiera)