🌸 Flashback — Little Zyren & Little Moon:
The Kael mansion's garden is alive with color, breathing and blooming in the warm afternoon light.
Flowers stretch toward the sun in every shade imaginable—crimson roses climbing ancient trellises, golden marigolds lining the stone paths, soft lavender swaying gently in the breeze like waves on a purple sea.
Butterflies drift lazily from bloom to bloom, their wings painted in patterns so intricate, so beautiful, they seem to belong more to dreams than to waking life.
The sun hangs warm and golden in the sky, not harsh, not demanding—just present, casting everything in a soft, dreamy glow that makes the world feel softer, kinder.
A tiny figure races across the grass, his laughter ringing out like bells carried on the wind.
Six-year-old Zyren runs with complete abandon, his small feet pounding against the soft grass, his arms outstretched as if he could catch the whole world in his embrace.
