Morning sunlight painted the villa in hues of gold and rose, casting long, dancing shadows on the pristine marble floors. Orpheus stirred, his body heavy with sleep, but a sense of anticipation filled him. Today was the day.
He found Brynhild asleep beside him, her face serene in slumber. Gently, he traced the lines of her face, a silent farewell. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, a tender gesture filled with love and promise.
With a heavy heart, he dressed and prepared for his departure. The thought of leaving her was a bittersweet one, but the mission ahead was too important to ignore. He looked at her one last time, a silent promise of a reunion hanging in the air.
With a final glance at the sleeping beauty, he stepped out of the villa and into the morning light. A moment later, he vanished, leaving behind a lingering echo of his presence.
