The tip of the old man's pen touched the surface of the relic:
"When he said goodbye to me, it was in the spring of a fine weather evening, the third year since our first meeting. The sunset that evening was truly brilliant. He held my hand as we walked through the village, inviting me to join him at the top of the bell tower to tell me something very important. It's so nostalgic, even after all these years, I still remember the warmth of his palm that day. I remember us climbing the bell tower's steps, embracing on the top floor of the bell tower in our hometown, looking out the window at the distant sunset..."
The bell tower's surroundings remained unchanged, but the brilliant orange-red sunshine was now pouring in from all the windows. The sunlight, even more glaring than the campfire, made Shard and Miss Higgins instinctively squint, then smile as they embraced the warm light.
