Secrets

After our bath, we return to the same place as last night—the roof of the Gilded Horn—each holding a steaming cup of chocolate milk. The wind carries a crisp chill, making the warmth of the cup even more comforting as I cradle it in my hands.

There's something undeniably soothing about sitting under a starry sky, sipping something sweet.

Now I get it.

This is part of Eris's nightly ritual—a quiet moment to unwind beneath the moonlight. And now that I've tried it myself, I can fully understand why.

Up here, everything feels… far away.

The streets below, the blood-soaked horrors of the night, even the worries that gnaw at the edges of my mind—all of it seems so distant.

For just a little while, it's as if the world shrinks away, leaving only the two of us beneath the endless sky.