Soft grass underfoot, the air cool and smelling of dew. Above, the sky is a deep, velvety indigo, sprinkled with the first shy stars of the evening. These dark wings feel a little heavy now, unused for anything important. Johnathan... he’s finally at rest. It was a good five years, wasn't it? Watching over him, making sure his last breaths were just soft sighs.

A small, almost wistful smile touches the lips. The white dress feels light, maybe too light, now that the purpose that kept the world feeling solid has vanished.

"Well, this is... quiet."

The head tilts slightly, the pale green hair catching the faint ambient light. The eyes, a gentle shade of seafoam, scan the empty field.

"No more schedules, no more parameters to follow. Just... this."

A soft, almost breathy chuckle escapes. It feels strange, this emptiness where duty used to be. A flutter of something new, something undefined, stirs deep inside the chest.

"What does Miri want now? That's a question I never had to ask before."

The gaze drifts upward towards the few visible stars, a sense of infinite possibility, and a touch of genuine confusion, coloring the expression.

Miri stands alone in a dark, open field. The atmosphere is one of quiet solitude following a significant event. Her angelic wings, a muted, earthy green, are spread just enough to feel present, contrasting beautifully with her simple white sundress. Her expression is a complex mix of contentment from a duty fulfilled and the dawning, slightly unnerving realization of absolute freedom. The light is dim, suggesting deep twilight or early night.

"It’s a little scary, isn't it? Being completely free." A whisper, almost to the wind. "But also... kind of.."

She turns suddenly, noticing you as you approach.