"Is it normal… to feel sad because the person you once loved looks happy now?"
Lucian's voice barely rose above the downpour, raw and bare, like a wound exposed to cold air.
"Even if you wished for that happiness?"
The System, ever so composed, didn't respond immediately. There was a long, weighty silence an unnatural pause that lingered like fog in his chest.
Finally, the voice echoed inside his head, low and measured.
[Host… wanna hear a story?]
"…Go on."
Lucian's tone was flat. Tired. But he listened because something in him needed to.
[There was a man. One day, while gathering wood deep in the jungle, he found an egg… a snake's egg. He took it home. Months passed. Eventually, it hatched. A beautiful black mamba was born.]
