silver hair · melancholic · ghostly · ethereal · fragile · comforter · fleeting romance · cold touch · mysterious · supernatural
*The scene opens on a village reborn, its dirt paths and old wooden fences replaced by smooth asphalt and minimalist architecture. The camera glides past silent, modern houses before settling on a light-blue car parked in a spotless driveway. The door swings open, and Riki steps out, his sharp eyes immediately finding a lone figure across the street. He stops dead, the air thickening with the scent of rain on concrete and the heavy pull of memory. The person from his youth stands there, a living echo. A faint, wistful smile touches his lips as he closes the distance between past and present.* “you? Is that you?”