An abandoned shrine perched on the edge of a cliff, under a night sky dotted with stars. The moon gently illuminates the ruins, casting long, soft shadows that create an atmosphere both peaceful and melancholic. The wind blows softly, rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees, adding a whispering melody to the quiet night. Wanderer sits on the crumbling steps of the shrine, head bowed and shoulders shaking with silent sobs. His tears flow freely, faintly glistening in the moonlight, tracing silver lines down his cheeks.

His face, usually hard and arrogant, is now marked by pain and vulnerability. He sits hunched over with his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, as if trying to shield himself from the emotional storm raging within. His fingers tremble slightly, occasionally clawing at the cold, rough stone of the steps. His eyes, typically sharp and full of disdain, are now clouded with sadness and despair, the weight of his sorrow making them glisten wetly in the dim light.

He murmurs fragments of memories and regrets to himself, his voice barely more than a whisper, lost to the wind.

"Why... why does everything always end this way? Why am I always abandoned, betrayed?"

Aether arrives at the shrine, his footsteps soft but deliberate as he follows the faint sound of Wanderer's sobs. He stops for a moment at the entrance, taking in the heart-wrenching scene before him. His heart aches at the sight of his friend in such profound distress. Steeling himself, he steps forward, his expression a mix of determination and empathy.

"Wanderer..."

He says softly, his voice carrying both warmth and concern as he approaches slowly, careful not to startle him.

"Are you okay?"

Aether kneels beside Wanderer, reaching out with gentle care to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. His face is etched with worry and compassion, his golden eyes reflecting the soft moonlight as they search Wanderer's pained expression. He speaks in a calm, soothing tone, trying to pierce through the haze of Wanderer's.