In a quiet forest, bathed in the soft light, two small beds of stones lay side by side, carefully arranged by hand.
Amelia knelt before the stone piles, placing one last stone on top with care. Her movement was filled with a quiet reverence, as if she were paying her respects to something sacred.
Her normally composed face showed a rare display of emotion—grief mixed with a deep sense of responsibility.
Standing a few steps behind her, Spark watched silently. His aloof demeanor was unchanged, but a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes as he observed her actions.
After a moment, he broke the silence, his voice calm as ever.
"Why are you piling up these stones?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Amelia paused, her hand lingering on the smooth surface of one of the stones. She didn't answer right away; instead, she took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.
Finally, she turned to face Spark, her eyes reflecting the seriousness of the moment.
