At the peak of the remote mountain, Timothy finally caught sight of Sylvia.
Under the moonlight, she stood before a monument, glowing faintly with a soft green hue, though it was unclear what it was made of.
She slowly bent down and placed a small, white flower on the monument.
"It's been so long since I could only visit you like this. I hope we'll meet again someday."
Her gaze lingered for a moment before she turned away, ending her quiet tribute.
But in the moonlight, the figure that was always so composed and dignified now seemed to carry a hint of sadness.
"Babe, are you okay?" Timothy walked up beside her, his voice gentle with concern.
"I'm fine. I was just remembering someone from the past."
She smiled faintly, though there was still a trace of sadness in her expression. Even so, her mood seemed to lift a little.
"Besides, who knows? Maybe one day I'll see her again."
