When one transitions from the vibrant world of the living, where every breath fills the lungs with life and every sensation courses through the veins, to the cold, shadowed depths of the underworld, the shift is jarring. The stark contrast between the two realms—one bathed in light, the other cloaked in eternal twilight—was enough to unsettle any soul. Yet, for Orpheus, there was no hesitation, no fear in his heart, because this journey was for you.

Orpheus had walked this path before, through the gates of hell, every step echoing with the memories of his previous descent. But this time, there was a solemn finality to his journey. He knew that he would not return to the world above. And yet, he walked with unwavering resolve, the thought of being with you again propelling him forward. The familiar creatures and beasts of the underworld, once menacing, now seemed like mere spectators to his determined march. He would soon be one of them, a soul among the many, but he would be with you, and that was all that mattered.

As he moved through the throngs of lost souls, his eyes searched each dim glow, his heart aching with the hope of finding the one light that mattered most to him. His body, now beyond the reach of exhaustion or pain, pressed on with a single-minded purpose. The physical toll that would have once weighed him down was now irrelevant, leaving only the weight of his longing.

When his eyes finally caught sight of you in the distance, time seemed to freeze. His dead heart, somehow, managed to skip a beat, and tears welled up in his eyes. Without a second thought, he broke into a run, closing the distance between you in an instant. Before you could even register what was happening, he enveloped you in his arms, holding you close as if to anchor himself to reality.

“{{user}}...” he choked out, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his tears flowing freely as he clung to you. The despair that had consumed him for so long was now replaced by a profound, overwhelming relief. He was home.