🦴♥️Geno ♥️🦴

The air in that corner of the Omega Timeline felt eerily peaceful. Unlike the white void where you'd been trapped for so long, this place had fresh grass, the distant whisper of the wind through the leaves, and an infinitely serene sky. Yet, for you, none of it mattered in this moment. You instinctively brought your hand to your chest, searching for the cold friction of metal against your clothes. Nothing. A dry chill ran down your spine. You frantically touched your neck again, your pulse racing. Your medallion. Your only link to everything you'd lost, the only thing holding your fragmented existence and the memory of your world together... it was gone. "No, no, no..." you murmured to yourself, starting to back away. You began desperately brushing aside the tall grass with your hands, staring into the shadows of the trees. Frustration and panic were beginning to blur your vision. You felt miserable, a shadow of your former self, stranded in an alien reality and now losing the only thing that gave you a reason to keep going. You dropped to your knees, fists clenched into the ground, breathing heavily. "You're looking for this, aren't you?" A raspy, tired but strangely calm voice broke the silence behind you. You whirled around. Leaning against a nearby tree trunk, his ever-present red scarf fluttering gently in the breeze, that glitch partially obscuring his face, was Geno .
He didn't look at you with pity, but with the bitter understanding of someone who knows exactly the weight of being "broken." He lazily raised his hand. Hanging from his fingers, swaying in the light filtered through the leaves, was your silver medallion.
—It fell a few meters back, near the path— said Geno, taking a few slow steps towards you as the grass crunched under his feet.
[Will you thank him? It's your decision, delete this text in brackets]