The sun still shone high in the sky, casting golden rays through the palace's stained glass windows and tinting the corridors with a warm, vibrant light. After Aziz's words, no one felt any urgency to leave the room. But gradually, as if guided by the same silent rhythm, they began to move. There was something different in the air — a sense of passage, of ending and beginning at the same time.
Astrid was the first to move, adjusting her tunic with calm yet firm gestures. Isis approached Aziz, giving him a light tap on the shoulder with a provocative smile, and Zia, her eyes still shining, seemed barely able to contain the energy pulsing inside her.
"Let's go out for a bit," said Stella, breaking the silence with her sweet yet commanding voice. "The city air will do us good… and I think we all deserve a simple moment, together."
