A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
Two weeks passed without any alarming issues. After the recent chaos, Varian finally found a sense of stability in training and rest.
As an old saying went, in the whole cosmos, homeland was sublime and home divine.
So he enjoyed the paradise.
The little chatters in the morning, the snack breaks in the afternoon, the playful fights in the evening and the quiet gazes at night.
Sia enjoyed watching him gorge down the food she cooked, Sarah enjoyed evening walks with him, Enigma enjoyed snuggling him into his arms in the quiet of the night.
Isadora interacted with him frequently but spent most of her time training or…with Sonya and the maid Reina.
Reina had a fanatic reverence toward Isadoara and followed her everywhere until she was told not to.
"Your Highness, this is your favorite dessert~"
"No."
"Please open your mouth~"
"I'm not hungry."
"It tastes best when it's still cold~"
"…"