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Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
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೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐈 ⠀ᰋ
── ★ ˙ two souls, one destiny, written in blood and tears.  ̟ !!

          In the world of cranberry skies, where the horizon seemed to blur between the birth of dawn and the quiet death of dusk, two souls stood side by side. They were not like the ordinary folk who tread the earth with heavy feet and tired hearts. These two figures, a carefree lad and a careworn lass, appeared ethereal in their presence, as if they existed on a plane untouched by the weariness of life. The sky above them, awash in shades of crimson and violet, mirrored the unusual nature of their existence. They did not speak, for words felt too small to contain the weight of what lay between them. Instead, they stood together in the silence, knowing that something greater than themselves was drawing near.

          The lad, young and unburdened by the trials of the world, had a lightness about him, his steps barely touching the ground. His eyes, wide and filled with wonder, reflected the endless stretch of the sky, as though the heavens themselves had carved a piece of their brilliance into his gaze. His laughter, though rare in this moment, held the promise of joy that could fill even the most hollow of hearts. Yet, despite his innocence, there was an unspoken understanding in the way he looked at the lass, a recognition of the weight she bore. He did not need to ask why she was weary, for he had already accepted that her story was written in the lines of her face and the heaviness of her posture.

          The lass, in contrast, carried the wear and tear of time in her very bones. Her eyes, once bright with hope, were now dimmed by the weight of what she had seen and endured. Though her steps were slower and more deliberate, there was a quiet strength in her that kept her moving forward, even when it would have been easier to fall. The sky seemed to lean down to her, as if offering its own embrace of understanding, painting her in the soft hues of twilight. Despite the careworn lines etched into her skin, there was still a flicker of resilience within her, as though she was waiting for something---something she could not yet name but knew was coming.

          Together, they stood not as mere individuals, but as something more, something entwined with the very threads of existence itself. Their spirits were not bound to the earth like those of ordinary mortals, but rather woven from the celestial fabric of the stars, connected by invisible strands that defied the logic of the physical world. It was as though the universe itself had orchestrated their meeting, guiding them to this sacred space where time seemed to bend and fold around them. In this place, they were not constrained by the mundane concerns of life; instead, they stood at the threshold of something far more profound, awaiting a revelation that could only be whispered by the winds of fate.

          The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation, the atmosphere charged with the energy of something grand on the horizon. The lad could feel it in the lightness of his being, and the lass in the deep resonance within her soul. This was no ordinary meeting of kindred spirits---it was a convergence of forces that had been set into motion long before either of them had walked the earth. They had been drawn here, to this place where dawn and dusk merged into one, to bear witness to something far beyond their understanding. And though they could not yet see it, they knew that whatever was coming would change everything.

          They were not waiting for anything as simple as an answer to a question or a solution to a problem. No, what they awaited was something far more august, far more sublime. It was a moment that could not be grasped by mortal hands or understood by mortal minds, a truth so vast and powerful that it could only be glimpsed in the fleeting dance of light and shadow across the sky. This truth was not meant for the ordinary world, where time marched forward without pause. It was a truth meant for those who could stand outside of time itself, for those whose spirits were strong enough to endure its revelation.

          The sky above them shifted, the hues of cranberry deepening into something richer, more profound. The winds that had once been gentle now carried a weight of their own, whispering secrets from far-off realms that only the lad and the lass could hear. They did not speak, for they knew that words would only diminish the significance of what was happening. Instead, they waited, side by side, their hearts beating in rhythm with the pulse of the universe itself. This was their moment, a moment destined to be etched into the very fabric of the cosmos, a moment when they would witness the unfolding of a truth far greater than themselves. And so they stood, two figures against the backdrop of an eternal sky, caught between the fleetingness of time and the vastness of eternity. The world around them might continue to spin, the lives of ordinary people might go on, but here, in this sacred space, they would remain. They would wait, not for the fulfillment of earthly desires, but for the arrival of something far beyond human comprehension---a revelation that would ripple through the universe, touching not just their lives, but the very essence of existence itself.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 agora