As Siverra stood before Shira, he was momentarily stunned by her ethereal beauty. She was as stunning as he had remembered, and perhaps even more so now, with her long, flowing hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of shimmering gold. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and sadness as she gazed at him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret at the thought that he might have missed out on all these years with her.
"Do you remember me?" Shira's voice was soft, but it carried the weight of all the years they had spent apart.
"I do," Siverra replied, his own heart aching at the memory of their past.
"So, you remember? Then you know that our children are alive somewhere in this world or another world?" Shira's sadness was palpable, and Siverra felt a pang of guilt that he had been unable to protect their children.
