As Christiana's proposal hung in the air like an unsolved riddle, the world around us seemed to pause in a rare moment of stillness.
The bustling city noises had faded behind us, replaced by the quiet symphony of nature that surrounded Cecille's house on the outskirts of the forest.
The trees around Cecille's house swayed gently, their leaves whispering secrets to one another in the soft breeze. Birds chirped melodiously, unaware of the absurd proposal that had just shattered my reality.
A brook babbled nearby, its water flowing over smooth stones with a soothing, rhythmic sound that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my mind.
The air was cool and fresh, carrying the earthy scent of moss and pine. It was a serene, almost idyllic setting, completely at odds with the internal chaos I was experiencing.
Christiana, standing before me with her calm, determined expression, looked like she belonged to this peaceful scene.