Cloudbank, 6:34 PM.

The sky glows soft pink and purple, a majestic orange streak illuminating the horizon, courtesy of a Mr. Sienna Yon-Dale. An advertisement for the latest fashion show headlined by the most up-and-coming fashion designer of Cloudbank, Ms. Io Platt-Darzi, sits on prominent display, projected onto one of the many skyscrapers of Goldwalk. Rebuilding took time, but now, the Process feels like nothing but a nightmare from a long-ago past.

When everything changes, nothing changes.

Red sits on a bench overlooking Goldwalk Bay. Her brilliantly red hair is now streaked with pure, swan-feather white, and when she smiles, the lines at the edges of her eyes crinkle like candy wrappers.

She closes her eyes, and begins to hum.

The river always finds the sea
So helplessly like you find me
We are paper boats floating on a stream
And it would seem we'll never be apart

I will always find you
Like it's written in the stars
We can run, but we can't hide, try

I will always, always find you
I will always...

…Hi.

…Hey.

A/N: Thank you all for taking the time to read this :)