The morning sun filtered gently through the elegant room where Anthony and Vega lay asleep. On the vast bed, Anthony rested peacefully, his long white hair scattered across the silken sheets like strands of moonlight painted on a canvas. His serene breathing filled the quiet air, and in his arms was Vega, or so it seemed. In truth, it was merely a pillow, one Vega had cleverly substituted herself with through spatial manipulation, ensuring she could move about without disturbing his sleep.
As the sunlight danced through the half-drawn curtains, Anthony stirred slightly. His body shifted, and without opening his eyes, his hand moved automatically, brushing through soft fabric as he tried to caress Vega's hair. Instead, he found nothing but the cool surface of a pillow. A soft frown creased his brow. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, revealing the brilliant blue irises that always seemed to pierce through existence itself.
