The goddess of war, the most powerful red-haired swordswoman beyond any man's wildest dreams, that was the title bestowed upon Eris after she swept through the battlefield, raising the flag of the Asura Kingdom, which eventually came to be called the Golden Oak.
It seemed like yesterday when she learned the art of the sword from Gilgamesh. Those unforgettable adventures had brought her so much joy that she couldn't wait to be reunited with her beloved.
Upon seeing the golden rain, her eyes beheld something beautiful, but her heart understood something different. Unsure of when she would meet Gilgamesh again, she arranged her life and, after burying her parents, left a note to the world about her retirement.
"My rest comes before others, perhaps because I was once human, my perception of time differs from theirs..." Eris looked at the drawer that belonged to her and smiled slightly, thinking that when she would meet Gilgamesh again, it would only be the blink of an eye from this moment.
"In less than three hundred years, you will be able to reunite with my lord again. I am sure he is doing everything possible to be reunited with his loved ones." Medusa looked at Eris, who was clad in that divine armor, and after caressing the drawer, she entered it.
Less than ten years with Gilgamesh made her know him, and despite this being her second life, she was grateful that he always respected her due to the difference in mental age. After fifty years, age doesn't matter, but she supposed that by then, Gilgamesh feared that she might not be thinking clearly when choosing him.
"It's time to rest..." murmured Eris as she closed her eyes, and the drawer shut.
In this place specially created for this purpose, Eris was the first to sleep and wait for Gilgamesh's return.
When Medusa saw Eris go into suspension, she waved her hand, and silver chains wrapped around the drawer, increasing the temperature inside it.
By proposing the idea of an eternal dream until Gilgamesh's return, Medusa contemplated how to do it. Since all of Gilgamesh's women were immortal, she gave them the opportunity to sleep until the return of the man they all missed.
Ten years later, it was Roxy's turn. Although her parents were still alive, she had reached the end of magic, and there was nothing more to do on her own in this world.
Despite being accustomed to living for many years, after having lived so much and reached the pinnacle of power in this world, for her, that being her only inspiration after Gilgamesh disappeared in that battle, she believed it was time to rest as well.
In coordination with Elaine, both entered the drawers and proceeded to sleep, just like Eris did, without any regret or pain about it. Life for them now was insignificant; living one day would be like living a hundred years, and nothing would happen, but they all wanted to shine together in harmony, and for that, they longed for Gilgamesh's presence.
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Two hundred years later, an old man looked at a snow-covered mountain where at the top was a magical tower shining with strange colors. His eyes revealed eternal wisdom, and he smiled.
Time is a mystery that envelops us, a river that flows incessantly, an ethereal whisper that always takes us through every moment, to every place.
In his hands, we are all captives; tomorrow and yesterday merge into one, an infinite canvas, full of motifs, where our stories intertwine as tribute.
The constant ticking of the clock marks the beats of our hearts, reminding us that life is a breath, and in every second, we find emotions.
Time comforts us in sadness, guides us towards light in darkness, teaches us that nothing is eternal, nothing is certain, and that every moment is an opportunity.
In his arms, memories fade, and recollections turn to dust in the wind, but he also grants us the eternal possibility of creating new paths and growth.
Oh, time, you are a sigh in the wind, a fleeting dream in immensity, you teach us to value every moment, and to live our existence with intensity. So, let us embrace the canvas of time, make the most of every second it gives us, leave eternal marks in its breath, and live each day without regret or sorrow.