"When Stars Remember" 🌟 ----
Night fell like a prayer unspoken.
Silver moonlight spilled across forgotten ruins — pillars fractured, banners burned, the scent of magic and betrayal hanging heavy in the air. The world had once bowed to this temple. Tonight, it mourned it.
She stood alone at the altar, gown torn, breath trembling.
The crescent mark at her collarbone glowed like a final heartbeat.
Across from her, he knelt in blood and dust, a shattered sun burning over his heart — flickering like it might go dark forever.
They had been born for each other.
Destined. Blessed. Chosen.
Until destiny turned cruel.
A shadow loomed above them — once a prince, now consumed by jealousy and power. His voice was a quiet tremor of madness.
> "If I cannot have your light, Elaria…
then none shall."
Her fingers brushed the warrior's cheek, gentle even as the world crumbled around them. His voice was hoarse, heavy with fear no blade had ever brought him.
> "Stay with me. We can still change this."
Her tears fell like stars breaking.
> "In this life… it's too late."
"But in the next," she whispered, voice trembling with hope and sorrow,
"find me again."
Her magic surged — moonlight wrapping him, shielding what little life remained. His mark flared gold in answer, fighting, burning, refusing to let go.
Fire met moonlight.
Love met destiny.
And fate, merciless as ever, tore them apart.
The temple shattered.
The world screamed.
Two hearts stopped — but their bond did not.
As darkness swallowed them, a vow lingered in the air, echoing across lifetimes:
> "If fate breaks us… we will burn fate."
Silence followed.
Then — a whisper of prophecy carried by the wind:
"Light will fall.
Moon will rise.
And when they meet again…
the world will remember."
Far beyond the ashes, a wolf howled to the dying moon —
mourning one era, waiting for the next.
For love that powerful does not end.
It waits.
And destiny… was not finished with them.
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