Beneath a sky of dying gold, where broken kingdoms turn to dust, I found you waiting—scarred and cold, a soul too weary left to trust. Your armor bore a thousand wars, my hands were stained with blood and ash. We were two wanderers without a shore, two dying stars that met by chance. The bells had rung. The gods had fled. The ancient thrones had lost their light. And countless names were long since dead beneath the endless, cursed night. Yet when you reached your hand to mine, the darkness did not seem so vast. For even gods may fall in time, but love can make the moment last. Let kingdoms burn. Let heavens break. Let golden trees wither and fall. I'd cross the mist for your heart's sake, I'd face the gods, the beasts, them all. If death should claim you from my side, I'd follow where the dead souls roam. Through hollow halls and worlds divided, I'd search the dark to bring you home. And if the flame demands a price, if fate insists that one must die, I'd curse the gods and pay it twice before I'd leave you to the night. Perhaps we were never meant to meet. Perhaps our love was born too late. Perhaps the gods beneath our feet had written sorrow into fate. But I would choose you all the same, through every age, through every fall. I'd choose your hand beside the flame, or choose the dark without it all. So let the Erdtree lose its leaves. Let kingdoms crumble into stone. Let every dying star cease to breathe— I'd rather face the dark with you alone. For when the last great fire dies, when no more embers stain the sky, I'll find you underneath the night and love you where the flame cannot reach. And if the world begins again, with different gods and different names, I'll walk through death, through ash, through rain, until I find you once again. Because some souls are bound by gold, some bound by blood, some bound by flame. But ours— ours were bound by something stronger. **I would find you in every lifetime.** **Even if every lifetime ended in ruin.**
