The first light of dawn crept over the mountain peaks, brushing the sky with shades of soft pink and gold. The mist around the lake shimmered like a dream, rolling gently across the glassy surface of the water. Birds began to sing from the trees, their notes clear and bright, blending with the constant murmur of the waterfall.
Alex stirred first, his eyes opening to the sight of Saeko still asleep beside him. Her head rested on his arm, her breathing steady and calm, her face softened by the pale morning light. For a long moment, he didn't move—just watched the rhythm of her breaths, the subtle rise and fall that felt oddly peaceful in a world of endless battles.
Eventually, he whispered, "Morning already…"
His voice was quiet enough not to wake her, but Saeko's instincts were sharp even in rest. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she blinked open her eyes slowly, meeting his gaze.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice low and husky from sleep.
