20XX. Age 7. The Room Was Cold. The World Was Warm.

The air was cold, a soft hum coming from the AC as it filled the room with that unimanginable scent.
It was cool, and somehow calming—like a breath of fresh air that had memories woven into it.
My dad was playing YourShape on my big brother's Xbox. I was waiting for my turn.
The AC was gently blowing that chill air that somehow made everything feel more perfect.

My mom sat beside my brother, watching. I, on the other hand, was lost in my laptop,
happily playing Purble Place. It was a time where everything was simple, soft, and blue.
The world outside the room felt distant, muted by the quiet hum of the AC and the music of the game. Time seemed to stand still.

I can still remember that feeling—the cold air, the glow of the screen, the sense of peace.
It was perfect.

Frutiger Aero forever.