The princess, Elara, sat by her window, feeling the cool breeze on her face. Born into darkness because of a curse, she could sense but never see the world around her. "What is the color of the sky tonight?" she often wondered, trying to imagine the shades beyond her reach.

Noctis, a mysterious figure who navigated the dark with ease, approached the castle. He had spent his life in shadow, seeing clearly where others were blind. "I can guide you," he whispered to the night, feeling a pull toward the tower where Elara resided.

Noctis found Elara waiting, her presence a beacon in the dark. "I have heard of your plight," he said softly, "and I know the way through the darkness." Elara nodded, her heart lifting with hope. For the first time, she felt the possibility of seeing beyond her cursed world.

Elara followed Noctis, trusting his steps as he led her through the undergrowth. He described the world she could not see, painting pictures with words. "The trees are ancient, their leaves whispering secrets," he shared, "and the moon, though hidden now, shines like a silver queen."

Elara gasped as Noctis guided her hand to touch the petals. "These flowers," he explained, "are said to lift curses." The air around them shimmered, and Elara felt a warmth spreading through her, as if the light itself was reaching into her soul.

Elara blinked, her eyes adjusting to the brilliance she had only dreamed of. "I can see!" she exclaimed, tears of joy spilling down her cheeks. Beside her, Noctis smiled, the light a new wonder even for him. Together, they stood, witnessing the world awaken in color and warmth.