Long ago, in the celestial realm of Nythesis, a sorcerer and a sorceress defied the stars for love. They were twin flames-born of light and power, bound by destiny. But when the war of realms cast them down to Earth, fate turned merciless. She died in his arms beneath an unfamiliar sky, her soul scattering like stardust. With trembling hands, he buried her-along with every piece of his heart-beneath the soil where she fell. Unable to endure life without her, he sealed himself away in a spellbound slumber, choosing eternal darkness over a single dawn without her. And so, he waited. For 5,300 years, empires rose and crumbled, stars were born and perished, and the world forgot. But love did not. Now she walks the earth once more-reborn, human, and unaware. Her memories of him are gone, her powers dormant, her soul untouched. Yet in the shadows, the ancient magic stirs. Because fate remembers what she cannot. And when the stars align again, their story-woven in sorrow, bound in fire-will awaken. A love once lost to shadows, destined to rise again. -------------------------------------------------------------------- āØ šššš„šš ⨠"šŖšš ššš šššš ššš šš, š²šššššš? š±ššš... šššš š šššš? š¬ššš šš š° ššššš šššššš?" āØ šššššš§š ⨠"ššš ššš šššš šš ššš šššš... š° šššš šššš šššš šššššššš ššš ššš, š¬ššššš."
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The Eternal Weeping







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