In the quiet embrace of the island, a thick coat of clouds covered the afternoon sky, hiding the warm embrace of the sun.
The air carried a gentle chill, its touch caressing the landscape with a cool breeze that whispered secrets across the rugged terrain.
The only thing that broke the peace was the rhythmic melody of crashing waves that echoed from far away, dancing on the island's shores like a soothing lullaby.
Aizel and Aquarian were sitting on the ground with their legs crossed.
Eyes closed, they sought solace in the depths of meditation, although their experiences diverged greatly.
Aquarian, like a tranquil river flowing with effortless grace, surrendered himself to the stillness, finding solace in the sanctuary of his thoughts.
Aizel, on the other hand, fought to find the same peace.
