It was a peaceful afternoon, almost too calm. The kind that made the soul ache with longing for something undefined. The golden sun hung above the domed shields of the Sirius interstellar city, radiating warmth over the metallic structures and verdant gardens that had become Ahcehera's home.
Peace was rare and often deceptive after the chaos of missions, loss, and dark memories that refused to fade. Ahcehera had just finished reviewing restoration plans for the western district when her comm-bracelet buzzed with a sudden message.
[Meet me? Interstellar Mall. The usual spot. - Eros]
She blinked at the name. Eros rarely initiates meet-ups these days. They'd grown quiet since the war ended, two ghosts passing through their own lives, bonded by memories and losses too deep to speak of.
