Mornings like these, filled with warmth, laughter, and the comforting presence of loved ones, always seemed to pass too quickly. The kind of moments where time felt slower—where the clinking of cutlery, soft chuckles, and light conversation painted a picture of peace. Yet, no matter how sweet, mornings like these always came to an end, giving way to the demands of the day.
The soft golden light streaming through the windows began to shift, changing to warmer and hotter, signaling the inevitable passage of time.
The group reluctantly rose from their seats, stretching and exchanging lingering smiles. They knew what awaited them. Another day of tower exploration, filled with challenges, trials, and perhaps even moments of peril.
The atmosphere in the room shifted slightly—not in a heavy or somber way, but with a shared understanding of purpose. The morning may have ended, but their journey continued.
