Lilic aster
Through the endless march of time, where empires rose only to crumble into forgotten dust and stars burned bright before fading into the abyss, their love endured—a golden thread woven into the fabric of eternity. It did not yield to the passing of years, nor did it wither under the weight of sorrow or the trials of fate. It was a force beyond the grasp of mortal understanding, untouched by decay, stronger than the tides that shaped the world.
When the sun kissed the horizon, their love glowed in its final light; when the moon bathed the earth in silver, it whispered their names to the wind. No distance could sever them, no force could erase the echoes of their souls calling to one another across lifetimes. Through each rebirth, through each forgotten past, they found their way back—drawn together by an invisible pull, a promise carved into the very essence of existence.
The world changed, the centuries turned, but their love stood unwavering, defiant against time itself. It was not merely a moment, not merely a story—it was infinity itself, wrapped in the embrace of two hearts destined to beat as one, foreve
