Another day began, and Lumian departed from the fog-shrouded protected zone.
The World of Ruins had no sun and was perpetually cloaked in night. However, the temperature wasn't particularly cold. Illuminating the surroundings was crimson moonlight, evoking a spring-like atmosphere with a climate that alternated between warmth and chill.
In the sky, the full moon was nowhere to be seen, the stars were dim, and the darkness was tinged with crimson.
Lumian turned his body slightly, glancing at Franca, who stood at the edge of the grayish-white fog. He gave her a subtle nod.
Franca responded with a warm, caring smile, waved at Lumian, and then vanished from sight.
Lumian shifted his gaze to the right, to the face of Cheek on the head that rested on his left shoulder.
Cheek's face, simultaneously stunningly beautiful, innocently pure, and radiating maternal grace, flashed a sweet smile.