Hot.
Dry...
Familiar.
As Isla slowly opened her eyes, a sense of recognition washed over her. The sky above was pristine, a cold expanse of flawless blue, while the harsh, black silhouettes of roofs adorned the top of a narrow alley.
Surrounded by the pungent odor of decaying trash and the musty scent of dampness mingled with the presence of rat excrement, Isla found herself transported back in time.
"Ugh..."
As Isla scanned her surroundings, her gaze landed upon an unexpected scene. A young boy lay atop an aged wooden crate, seemingly lost in slumber.
Curiosity piqued, Isla's attention was drawn to a small calico cat perched beside him. With gentle taps of its paws, the feline playfully engaged the boy, delicately tapping at his closed eyes.
It was a whimsical sight, one that momentarily lifted the weight of her memories and ignited a glimmer of warmth within her.
Without realizing it, she whispered his name... "Reo—"
"Reon!"
