This is Isa's place //version 2
Kris, in response to Luna's admission, tightened his hold on her gently and spoke with conviction, "Who asked you to be normal, Luna? You are part of the Kim clan. Do you think you could settle to be normal? You are not. So, stop acting like you are corrupted or damaged. You are part of a magnificent family, and this is not something to be crying over."
Kris, keenly attuned to Luna's fragility, guided her tenderly to a small, worn matrice in the corner of the room.
The matrice, with its faded colors and threadbare edges.
As they settled onto its surface, Kris, despite his imposing stature, moved with a gentleness that spoke of familiarity and care.
The room, bathed in the soft glow of a single, dim lamp, cast dancing shadows on the worn-out furnishings.
Dust particles lingered in the air, catching the muted light and giving the space an ethereal quality.