Night had settled fully over the abandoned shrine, the faint glow of moonlight barely reaching through the fractured stone walls as darkness claimed the surrounding land. The air had grown cooler, carrying a quiet stillness that seemed to deepen the sense of isolation in the clearing. The ruined structure cast long, uneven shadows across the ground, their shifting shapes illuminated faintly by the soft crackling of a small campfire that flickered between Luca and Seraphina.
The flames moved lazily, their warm glow creating a sharp contrast against the cold silence of the shrine. Occasionally, sparks drifted upward before disappearing into the darkness, the quiet rhythm of burning wood becoming the only sound that broke the stillness of the night.
