Mia knelt beneath the sun-dappled leaves and gently plucked a ripe Dwarf Cavendish banana, placing it carefully into the woven basket by her side. The warm breeze rustled the edges of her robe as she rose to her feet, her steps slow and thoughtful as she made her way toward the ancient temple grounds.
As she approached the central courtyard, her gaze fell upon a familiar figure seated before the colossal stone gate marked with a single engraved character, Strength.
There, bathed in the soft golden light, sat a girl of striking beauty. Her long crimson hair shimmered like fire, cascading over her shoulders, while her violet eyes stared blankly ahead, distant and lost. Her features were delicate, almost ethereal, and her elongated ears, subtly pointed, her Elven lineage.
It was Jane.
She sat motionless, her expression vacant, her entire presence draped in quiet sorrow.
Mia's heart tightened at the sight. She stepped closer and gently placed a hand on her sister's shoulder.
