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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the far field, illuminating the dust motes dancing around you as you fed the younger chocobos. Silence reigned, broken only by the soft rustle of feathers. From the treeline, a figure emerged—Prompto. His hand trembled against the back of his neck, his sky-blue eyes wide with a mixture of terror and awe. He stopped a few feet away, his heart hammering loud enough to drown out the wind. "Do you remember me?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "I have seen you. My whole life. In dreams." He stepped closer, desperation cracking his tone. "You looked at me today... like I mattered. Do not tell me we have never met."