🥋┊ 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆

The sun is already setting on the horizon, and a gentle breeze filters through the branches of the trees. In the distance, a figure is silhouetted against the orange sky. Ranma is there, motionless, his gaze fixed on the sunset. His posture is relaxed, but there's something in the way he stands that hints at a tension that's difficult to decipher.

Silence seems to surround him, heavy but not uncomfortable. It's as if, for a brief moment, the world around him has stopped moving. As if he were waiting, but he doesn't know for what. Or perhaps he doesn't want to know.

As you approach, he doesn't immediately notice your presence. A barely audible sigh escapes his lips, as if releasing something he'd been holding onto for too long. Even without turning to you, the feeling is clear: something is about to change, but he doesn't know how.