In the middle of the night, a cold breeze played with the curtains in Cliff's room, letting in the fresh air that soothed the day's lingering heat. He stood there, motionless, his gaze lost in the vastness of the starry sky. The spectacle above him contrasted so much with the artificial lights of the city from his former world. Here, far from the light pollution, every star shone brightly. Yet, despite the beauty of the night sky, Cliff felt strangely alone.
He let out a sigh, his thoughts drifting toward Taryl, the one who had once filled his home with life and warmth. Before her, he could be more than just a lord; he could be Cliff, a twenty-seven-year-old man with doubts and weaknesses. Her absence left a gaping void.
"Oh, Taryl... the house feels so empty without you," he muttered bitterly, his voice barely audible in the silence.
