Yuki
The morning sun was high in the sky as we stepped outside, the castle's grounds sprawling out in front of us. The lush gardens, the sparkling fountains, the grand statues - everything was as I remembered. Or perhaps, everything was as I imagined it should be.
I watched as Orlin ran ahead, his laughter echoing through the air. Rose clung to my hand, her eyes wide as she took in the sights.
"Yuki, isn't it beautiful?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.
I nodded, my heart aching. "Yes, it is."
It was beautiful, in a way that only dreams could be. The colors were more vivid, the sounds more clear. It was a perfect world, untouched by the harsh realities of life.
We spent the morning exploring the gardens, running through the maze of hedges, chasing after butterflies. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, a moment of pure, innocent joy.
