The sky above was an ocean of swirling galaxies, painted in colors that did not exist in mortal eyes. Beneath it, on the shimmering surface of a crystal lake, stood two figures—travelers of the endless cosmos, bound by love and eternity.
Erevan, a warrior whose blade had carved legends across a thousand realms, stood with his arms crossed, watching the lake ripple with silver light. Beside him, Sylara, a weaver of celestial magic, traced symbols into the air, opening the next gateway.
"This world was beautiful," she mused, gazing at the reflection of a dying star. "But it's time to move on."
Erevan sighed. "I was just getting used to it."
She smirked. "You say that every time."
With a touch of her hand, the gateway shimmered to life, revealing the next world—vast green skies, floating islands, and creatures with wings made of light.
Hand in hand, the immortal lovers stepped through, unaware that this world held something different—something that could change their eternal journey forever.