As the morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, Tonrie stood for his first sunrise on the porch of his beachfront home. The sight was breathtaking - the refurbished house stood complete, a symphony of blue-gray hues glistening under the dawn's soft light. He had just moved in the day prior, while the refurbishment was still underway, carrying along only a handful of belongings salvaged from the chaotic event at Prime.
Alone in the vast expanse of his own abode, Tonrie grappled with the paradox of liberation and the overwhelming solitude it brought. The tranquility of the house contrasted sharply with the cacophony of emotions churning within him. It was a place he technically owned, yet it felt emptier than he ever imagined it could.
