The Serpent's Embrace
In a realm where time winds like a single thread through a vast loom, a serpent of emerald silk whispered forgotten anecdotes into the ears of those who dared to listen.
There was once a tale of Alaric and Elise, separated by an eternity but united by the serpent's gentle caress. Their eyes met across a thousand dawns, a promise made tangible in the warmth of a sun dipping into the horizon.
Alaric wrote letters infused with moonlight, their words curling like tendrils of mist above a quiet lake. These notes found solace in the arms of the serpent, delivered swiftly beneath the ancient boughs of an emerald forest.
"Do not seek to confront the boundaries of time," the serpent hissed softly. "Instead, flow with its rhythm, as the rivers embrace the stars."
The days of starry night and the dusk of endless sands bore witness to their devotion. In the hidden alcoves of forgotten castles and the echoing halls of derelict libraries, their laughter mingled with the rustle of autumn leaves.