A man, clad in bloodstained clothing and gripping a bloodied sword, stands before a throne.
[QUEST COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY]
A holographic window hovers before his eyes, indicating that the last quest has been accomplished.
"System, explain the meaning of these necklaces." In his other hand, he clutches two necklaces, one representing the sun and the other the moon.
"Why do these necklaces exist in this dimension? Answer me, System!" the man bellowed angrily, tightening his grip on both necklaces, his eyes burning with rage.
These necklaces should not exist here. Why were these necklaces brought here and for what purpose?
"The necklaces were drawn to this dimension by the strength of a wish." the system's voice, calm and devoid of emotion, responded.
He stared at the necklaces, their gleam reflecting the turmoil within him.
"A wish so powerful that it breached the boundaries of existence, bringing them to a place where they might find resolution." the system continued.
Memories of a life he could barely remember flickered through his mind—a life filled with laughter, love, and longing.
"I will let you watch some of the memories from the owner of sun relics. Brace yourself heroes." The system announced, as a series of memories began to flood the man's mind.
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A woman, elegantly adorned in jewels and her bridal gown, sits quietly before the mirror, patiently waiting for the marriage ceremony to commence.
A man knocks on the waiting room door, but she offers no response. Without waiting for an invitation, he gently opens the door.
He discovers her staring blankly into the mirror.
"Why did you choose to marry that jerk and leave him?" the man inquires.
The man's heart is a tumultuous sea of fury watching the woman keep silent, angered by the woman's decision to marry another, when he had hoped his best friend would finally find happiness.
The betrayal gnaws at him, like a relentless tide crashing against the shore.
His friend had been the beacon of light, the one who deserved joy and love after years of loneliness. Yet, the woman chose otherwise, leaving him engulfed in a storm of disbelief and resentment.
Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door interrupts their turbulent thoughts. A messenger enters, cradling a delicate bouquet of roses that seem to glow with an ethereal beauty.
Each blossom is a deep crimson, like the passionate flames of a love that once burned bright. Nestled within the bouquet is an ivory envelope, the name "Khai" elegantly scrawled in flowing script.
The messenger hesitates as the room is tense before handing the bouquet to the woman, who accepts it with trembling hands.
As she reads the letter, her eyes brim with tears, cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall of regret and longing.
The room falls silent, the tension is palpable, as the man watches her, heart heavy with a mixture of anger and sorrow.
The roses, beautiful yet piercing, embody the bittersweet emotions swirling in the air, a testament to a love that could never be, and the pain of paths not taken.
…
To my dearest moon,
Thank you for everything and I hold no resentment for your decision to end our relationship. Thank you for inviting me to your wedding. I genuinely wish you happiness and a loving family. Congratulations on your marriage and best wishes for a joyful future together.
Sincerely,
Khai.
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The star in the sky is shining with exceptional brightness. As I lean against the railing of the tallest skyscraper, I find myself gazing at the moon.
From this high vantage point, my heart feels a quiet ache.
On this enchanting night, the sun has chosen not to shine, allowing the moon to bask in the company of the stars. You are my moon, and I am your sun, but now the sun has decided to step back, letting the moon enjoy the presence of the stars.
Quietly, tears stream down my face, as my eyes grow heavy with emotion. The tears continue to flow, gliding effortlessly down to my cheeks.
If this has been our destiny up to now… I pray to the God.
May you encounter a man who is even better than I am.
May you find happiness and live your life to the fullest and I hope our paths never cross again.
I genuinely wish this for you and my only regret is meeting you, my moon.
"Goodbye and happy marriage, my lovely moon." I whisper to the cold night air.
With a light step, I let my body ride with the wind...
O God, please be merciful, I pray to you, that there is no next life for me as I am a sinful human.
The wind rushes past me, carrying a sense of liberation and finality. My thoughts drift to memories of laughter and shared dreams. I hope those moments bring a smile to your face, even as I fade from this world.
As the ground rushes closer, I find peace in knowing that this will all come to an end. Finally, I am free from the chain called Love.
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"Huff... Huff..." the man gasping for breath, emerged from the vivid memories that had engulfed him. He staggered backward, the weight of the emotions still heavy on his heart.
Though these memories were not his own but someone his once loved the most, the pain and longing they carried resonated deeply within him.
He looked down at the necklaces in his hand, their presence now imbued with deeper meaning.
The sun and moon—their eternal dance symbolized love, sacrifice, and the bittersweet nature of human connection. Despite the turmoil, there was a sense of clarity in his mind.
"Finally, I found a clue to bring back my sun." the man whisper softly.
"System, isn't the time to grant my last wish?" the man asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with determination.
"The conditions for your wish have been met," the system replied, its tone unchanging.
"However, be aware that this wish will come at a cost. Are you prepared for the consequences?"
The man took a deep breath, his resolve unwavering.
"I am ready. Whatever it takes, I will pay the price."
As the words left his lips, the necklaces in his hand began to glow with a brilliant light, the sun and moon symbols intertwining in a dance of radiant energy. The light enveloped him, lifting him off the ground as he closed his eyes, surrendering to the power of the wish.