Later that night, Hiro found himself alone, seated by the window. The room was quiet, and the world outside seemed to have settled into a peaceful slumber.
The soft glow of the moonlight bathed his face in a silvery hue, casting delicate shadows across his features. His eyes, calm and reflective, gazed out into the night as if searching for something beyond the horizon.
The cool breeze whispered through the open window, gently tousling his hair. He seemed to be lost in thought, the tranquility of the night wrapping around him like a comforting embrace.
His posture was relaxed, yet there was a quiet intensity in the way he observed the world outside as if the serenity of the night mirrored the calm before a storm within him.
At that moment, beneath the luminescent glow of the moon, Hiro appeared almost ethereal—a solitary figure deep in contemplation, harmonizing with the stillness of the night.
