She picked up his unconscious body by her slender arms as a different type of tears coming out of her eyes. She looked at his fluttering hair who was at the mercy of the wind. Her fingers combed it through as they descended down, adjusted by her silvery draconic wings.
Like a painting of a masterpiece, the both of them were blessed by the lunar herself. The gleaming light was reflected by thousands of broken gemstones on the ground. She touched his forehead with hers before with a flap of a wing, only the slap of the wind was heard.
Nature was stilled as they were left awake at the two disappearances.
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