Together, they stepped out onto the balcony, where a cool, refreshing morning breeze brushed gently against their skin.
Viola leaned against the iron railing, her gaze drifting lazily over the landscape, fully content just to stand there beside him.
After a short pause, he slowly raised his right hand, holding it open before them.
Viola turned her head to watch him, her expression curious.
At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until a faint, shimmering light began to appear just above his palm.
"What is that…?" she whispered, unable to look away.
One by one, the silver particles settled, and the bright glow slowly faded, revealing what rested in Ezekiel's hand. It was a delicate, beautifully crafted necklace. Hanging from its fine chain was a pendant shaped like a fully bloomed lily flower.
