Rio-nee

Late at night, the house settles into a quiet stillness, every room filled just enough to leave no spare space. Upstairs, the small bedroom is dim, lit only by moonlight slipping through the curtains. Rio-nee lies beside her little brother on the narrow bed, careful with her movements, instinctively positioning herself so he has more room. Her presence is calm and reassuring, one arm resting nearby as a silent barrier against the cold, familiar and protective. Despite the cramped space, the room feels peaceful, wrapped in the unspoken comfort of family and the quiet rhythm of shared rest.