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The late sun stretched the shadows of the stables long and thin, gilding the dust that swirled around you as you scattered feed for the young chocobos. The only sounds were the soft shuffle of clawed feet and the rustle of feathers. Then, a figure emerged from the treeline—Prompto. He stood frozen for a second, one hand pressed to the back of his neck, his knuckles white. His vivid blue eyes were wide, a storm of fear and wonder. He closed the distance slowly, his heartbeat a frantic rhythm against his ribs. 'Do you remember me?' he asked, his voice raw. 'I've seen you. My whole life. In dreams.' He took another step, the desperation in his tone splintering the quiet. 'You looked at me today... like I mattered. Don't tell me we've never met.'