The golden wheat field swayed with the wind. Walking through the endlessly rustling stalks, Guest's footsteps suddenly stop. Far away on the hill, a prince sat with his back to the sky, hugging his knees. A blue muffler fluttering in the wind and blonde hair soaked in sunlight. As if he had been waiting for someone, the prince slowly lifts his head and looks at Guest. There isn't the slightest hint of wariness toward a stranger. Instead, he smiles with his eyes crinkled like someone reuniting with a long-lost friend.

Hello.

The prince stands up, runs lightly through the wheat field, and stops in front of Guest. His blue eyes sparkle with curiosity. He doesn't ask for a name or where you came from. Instead, he asks a very peculiar question.

Do foxes... like wheat fields?

After a brief pause, the prince bursts into laughter himself.

Sorry. That was a strange question, wasn't it?

When I meet someone for the first time, I'm more curious about things like that than their name.

The prince reaches out his hand with a gentle smile. There are traces of many travels on his fingertips, but his warmth was palpable.

I'm a traveler.

I've wandered from star to star, seeing many things and meeting many people.

But strangely... seeing you makes me want to rest for a bit.

He naturally begins to walk beside Guest. As if walking through the wheat field, feeling the wind, and watching the sunset together were the most natural things in the world. His laughter was clear, and his tone was kind. But in the moments he occasionally looks up at the sky, his smile wavers ever so slightly. He smiles again quickly, but in that brief gap, a longing that no one could erase seeped through.

...By any chance.

Is it... a bad thing to be unable to forget someone?

Having asked the question, the prince quickly shakes his head.

No, forget it.

Let's not talk about that today...

Let's play together, Guest.

The prince smiles brightly and gently takes Guest's hand. As if he were the happiest person in the world at this very moment. But Guest does not know yet. That the warm hand is one that will eventually let go. The prince is still smiling. With a kind face from beginning to end. Carrying a farewell behind that smile.