Beneath the moon and stars shimmering in the night sky, the clearing came alive with quiet serenity.
The rhythmic hum of cicadas blended with the cold evening breeze, while moonlight bathed the forest floor in a soft, silvery glow.
Each step they took stirred the grass with a gentle rustle, and the earthy scent of leaves filled the air.
A boy with snow-white hair gently led a blindfolded girl with obsidian-black hair into the heart of the clearing.
"Are we there yet?" the girl asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.
The boy smiled. "Just a little more."
After a few more steps, he moved behind her and carefully untied the blindfold.
As the black cloth slipped away, the girl blinked into the moonlight, her vision still adjusting.
A few heartbeats passed, then a soft gasp escaped her lips as her eyes lit up in wonder.
The boy and the girl were none other than Regis and Vanessa.
