In a time not defined by calendars, two shadows dwell upon the edge of twilight. They are woven from whispers, fragments of the soul's silent pages. She was the echo of comets' tails; he, the soft embrace of lunar light. Together, they forbore a universe too vast for mortal understanding.
"Meet me where the sun forgets to rise," she whispered in dreams, her voice a mere silhouette in the wind.
Return to the Eclipse of SilenceSomewhere along the astral sea, a single ember floats, forsaken yet resolute. It dreams of warmth and touch, of a fiery dance scripted among the stars. To breathe life anew into the autumn of celestial stillness, it yearns with an affinity that calls the forgotten gods to witness their fracture.
"In your arms, reality vanishes into stardust," he replied, his heart a mirror to her solitude.
Journey to the Fading Paradise