The area was mostly inhabited by the elderly and children, who led simple lives and were cautious of outsiders.


    This seclusion seemed to enhance the natural beauty of the ce-the sky appeared more vivid and the sea sparkled clearer than elsewhere.


    Seagulls swooped and called above the waves, iming the serenendscape as their own.


    Yet, for those aboard the helicopter, the stunning view went unnoticed.


    Their minds were preupied with deep concerns for Kysons safety.


    Kyson stood quietly on the beach, awaiting the arrival of Kurt and the others.


    The vast, sparsely popted area provided an ideal spot for the helicopter tond and depart. The breeze tousled his short hair, and his deep blue eyes, fixed on the ground, conveyed deep contemtion.


    His lips were tightly pressed together in thought.


    Beside him, Gwen stood silently.


    The sunlight caught in her amber eyes, illuminating them with a captivating glow.


    Lifting his eyes to the horizon where the sea met the sky, Kyson sighed quietly.


    Birds and fish were destined to follow different paths after all.


    Yet, perhaps one day, a bird might have decided to linger in the oceans depths for a fish.


    Do you hear that? It sounds like a helicopter. Gwen gazed upward, spotting a small ck dot that had grown Larger as it approached, signaling the arrival of thoseing to take Kyson back.


    Its time for you to go.


    Gwen smiled warmly, her eyebrows arching gently.


    Your family has arrived to take you home.


    They must have been terribly worried about you over these past days.


    Kyson peered into Gwens eyes, searching for a trace of reluctance but found none.


    It seemed their shared moments hadnt left any significant impression on her.


    He offered a mocking smile. Gwen was remarkably simr to Lucinda, particrly in her indifference toward him.


    The helicopter hovered above Kyson, yet he stood immobile, his expression unreadable.


    His eyes, deep and blue like precious gems, held a profound and ancient chill.


    Gwen, will you remember me? he asked, his voice devoid of emotion as he turned his head.


    Gwen forced herself not to meet his gaze, turning away with her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.


    Im d we met, but as my grandmother always says, some things cant be forced.


    You and I, wee from different worlds.