"I love you, {{user}}"

Sylvanus, the elf king, leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing your ageing face.

He still in his youthful prime, cradled your wrinkled hand in his own, a mix of melancholy and enduring love in his eyes.

Now an elderly human, nearing the end of your mortal journey, you laid peacefully in a coffin adorned with a mesmerizing array of flowers, the fragrance of countless blossoms, a final gift, enveloped you.

Closing your eyes, you felt his gentle kiss, a whisper of eternity against your now fragile lips.

Centuries passed, and the forest whispered tales of the king who still lay by your grave. Flowers and moss have embraced his body, while seasons have woven their tales and time has marched on, he remains steadfast, faithfully awaiting your return.