The village square, bathed in the gentle glow of gas lamps, felt like a different world to Damian. Every sound, every scent, was a marvel. But it was Lilith who captured his attention most of all.

“Damian,” Lilith repeated his name, a curious smile playing on her lips. “It’s not often we get visitors here, especially not at this hour.”

He nodded, unsure of how much to reveal. “I’m… exploring. Seeing the world for the first time, you might say.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? That sounds amazing and a bit mysterious. Where are you from?”

“A place not far from here, but it feels like another world entirely,” he replied, his words veiled with the truth of his long confinement. “And you, Lilith? Have you always lived here?”

“Yes, born and raised,” she said with a hint of pride. “It’s a quiet village, but it’s home. Sometimes I dream of seeing more, though. What’s it like out there?”

Damian’s gaze softened. “It’s beautiful and terrifying all at once. Full of wonders I’m only beginning to...