Long ago — well actually last Tuesday — Lea and Mathi went hiking together. Not just normal hiking. Suspicious hiking. The kind where the forest feels a little too quiet… the wind whispers weird things… and your backpack somehow smells like onions even though Lea absolutely does NOT like onions.
They walked up the trail together while the sun was setting behind the hills. Lea stopped to sketch the mountains in her little art notebook, and unfortunately Mathi was eating an onion like it was an apple. Suddenly, a deranged squirrel appeared yelling “GOODNIGHT, KEITH MOON!” while drumming on mushrooms.
They reached the onion throne, where Mathi became the King of Onions. Lea immediately started tickling him, and soon the onion villagers joined in. Yasuo barked and jumped around, turning the entire place into chaotic laughter and onion-scented glitter.
Finally, they relaxed under the giant onion tree at sunset. The stars appeared, the onion villagers rolled away, and the night quietly wrapped the mountain. Lea leaned on Mathi’s shoulder, Yasuo barked somewhere in the distance, and everything felt strangely perfect.