The moment Kokoro and Mika stepped past the iron gates, the world shifted.
The noise of the city fell away like a dropped curtain.
In place of the city's din, a profound silence enveloped them – not the hollow kind, but a living, breathing quiet, teeming with the subtle sounds of nature. A gentle hush filled the air, punctuated by the soft rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of crickets, and the faint whisper of wind as it threaded its way through the branches of the trees.
The night air greeted them with a soft caress, its chill brushing against their skin like the tender whisper of a lover. It carried the rich, earthy scent of damp soil and leaves, as if the entire park had just stirred from a deep slumber, awakened by the soft kiss of starlight.
