The male figure fell silent at her words, the reality of mortality heavy on his mind.
To him, death had become a distant dream, something unreachable and long forgotten from a life that seemed like it belonged to someone else.
The thought of Mortal's life stirred something deep within him—a mix of envy and sadness for the mortal who, at the very least, could experience the finality of life.
The two hovered there, floating in silence, watching the vortex of miasma churn endlessly.
The male figure sighed, knowing that despite their desires, they were trapped in this place, bound to the pagoda and to each other. For them, the cycle of hope and despair would continue, as unending as the vortex itself.
As the two figures prepared to return to the pagoda, a sudden burst of light stopped them in their tracks.
