Years passed, though time had no true meaning in the shadowed world that Lira had Aeron inhabited. They moved like wraiths, their forms sometimes flickering, shifting, but always together, bound by a love that had defied life and death. They wandered through memories, sometimes revisiting the scenes of their shared memories, sometimes drifting through the memories of others who, like them, were caught between worlds.
In the physical world, rumors began to spread among the Archivists of an unexplained presence in the library's depths. Some claimed to see shadows moving in the dim light, others spoke of hearing whispered voices, fragments of words that seem to speak of longing, loss and devotion
Evelyn, the only one who understood the depths of what Lira had endured, often lingered in the library alone, sensing the faint presence of her friend. She knew Lira had found what she had sought, even if it meant losing her forever to a life beyond life.
And on quiet nights, Evelyn would hear a faint whisper in the silence, a soft voice drifting through the shadows.
" Lira....Aeron...."
The words were a reminder, a testament to a love that had transcended the boundaries of existence. Lira and Aeron were lost to the world of the living, but together, they had found a different kind of eternity.
In the end, they were not forgotten. They remained, an echo lingering in the heart of the Archive, a love that existed in whispers, shadows, and the spaces between breaths. And perhaps that was all they had ever wanted - to be remembered, together, as more than a memory.