As Kokoro and Mika stepped out of the bumper car arena, they emerged into a world softened by the golden hush of twilight. The sun, low on the horizon, spilled like molten honey through the narrow spaces between rides and rooftops, draping the park in a gilded glow. Shadows stretched long and lazy across the cobbled paths, while every surface—metal rail, painted sign, even the glint in passersby's eyes—seemed to shimmer with warmth.
The chaos of the arena faded behind them, replaced by a mellow symphony of evening sounds: the distant clatter of roller coaster tracks, the high-pitched laughter of children chasing bubbles, and the gentle, nostalgic melody of a carousel turning slowly somewhere near the heart of the park.
