The first light of morning slipped quietly through the curtains, spilling into the room in delicate streams of pale gold. Dawn arrived gently, washing away the darkness of night and painting the surroundings in soft warmth. Beyond the windows, the villa slowly stirred awake beneath the tender sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdsong. Somewhere outside, the breeze moved lazily through the trees, carrying with it the peaceful stillness that belonged only to early mornings. The calmness of dawn carried none of the heaviness the previous night had held, yet traces of it still lingered silently beneath the surface, buried within memories neither time nor sunlight could immediately erase.

Inside the room, everything remained still. The silence felt almost sacred, untouched and undisturbed. The faint golden light stretched across the walls and floor, wrapping the room in a quiet serenity that stood in gentle contrast to the emotional storm that had unfolded only hours before. Takshvi slept peacefully.