Ty awoke, his green eyes ablaze with a peculiar fervor that only surfaced on rare occasions. The skeletal frame that constituted his being seemed to resonate with a newfound purpose, a warmth that defied his deathly appearance. Today, he was on a mission, one that felt oddly comforting amidst the chaos of his existence – teaching Nanako and Todd the art of baking an apple pie.
The morning sun cast a gentle glow across the room, touching the edges of Ty's skeletal form, making his shadow dance lightly against the walls of the quaint kitchen. The kitchen was an eclectic mix of the old and the new, a testament to the world they inhabited – one foot in the past, another in a future unknown.
