In the stillness of the night, a lone figure rests on a wooden bench, lost in the obscurity of dreams. The scene is alive with the awe-inspiring energy of the past, seemingly lost in the labyrinth, allowing the faint orb to linger. The figure's expression is one of regret, but its own thoughts remain etched with a sense of mystery and mystery. The moonlight casts a soft, ethereal light on the figure's face, painting the sky in a deep, ethereal light.