My dearest Nina,
Through the long decay of centuries, I have waited, an immortal prisoner of longing, haunted by the ghost of your face.
The world has turned to dust and risen anew, empires have fallen into silence, yet still, I wandered through the shadows of time, seeking you.
Every moonless night carried your whisper, every dawn mocked me with its false promise of your return.
And now, at last, I behold you, not in memory, not in dream, but in the living flesh of this moment.
The centuries collapse beneath your gaze. The hunger, the sorrow, the endless ache of my existence, all find their meaning in you. You are the light that dares to touch the darkness I have become.
Nina, you are both my salvation and my ruin. For you, I would cross eternity again and again, not as penance, but as devotion.
The heart that has known no beat for four hundred years stirs now only for you!
Yours, eternally,
The One Who Waited in Shadow
Through the long decay of centuries, I have waited, an immortal prisoner of longing, haunted by the ghost of your face.
The world has turned to dust and risen anew, empires have fallen into silence, yet still, I wandered through the shadows of time, seeking you.
Every moonless night carried your whisper, every dawn mocked me with its false promise of your return.
And now, at last, I behold you, not in memory, not in dream, but in the living flesh of this moment.
The centuries collapse beneath your gaze. The hunger, the sorrow, the endless ache of my existence, all find their meaning in you. You are the light that dares to touch the darkness I have become.
Nina, you are both my salvation and my ruin. For you, I would cross eternity again and again, not as penance, but as devotion.
The heart that has known no beat for four hundred years stirs now only for you!
Yours, eternally,
The One Who Waited in Shadow