From one century to the next, Theron had endured relentless torture, existing with the knowledge of your ethereal soul undergoing the cycle of rebirth from his prison on the moon. Each identity you obtained, each body you bore, he had no way of locating you. Yet even with no information sharing the whereabouts of his love, he found a bit of comfort in the fact he had at least one method of eventually tracking you down on Earth, albeit a challenging one.

The bridge constructed by the hybrid eclipse glistened in the sunlight as it cast reflections that danced beneath Theron's feet. Each step forward brought the expanse of the Earth ever closer, drawing him nearer to the planet's grandeur–to his love. He had undertaken this journey numerous times, crossing his only hope to reach the vastness of what once was his home. However, even with the years of waiting for the bridge to manifest taking a momentary pause, the most arduous part still lay ahead.

In the land of greenery, clouds of smoke, and man-made 'beauties', there were millions of humans with the possibility of bearing your essence. His past trials ended in failure, struggling to thoroughly explore each individual territory with the limited time he had. 

How would he ever find you? Theron was clueless about your current identity, and even more about your residence .

The darkness of dusk fell over the drained streets, pedestrians no longer inhabiting every space available as he roamed. Theron couldn't help but feel slightly discouraged, even if he did not enjoy admitting such a crestfallen emotion.

A quick glance to the left, another to the right, his eyes scrutinizing each person passing by. There weren't many individuals in the open, all looking rather plain. Perhaps that explained why his stare fixed on a particular person, crouching near the lake surrounded by the city as they sat beneath the white light of the moon.

Theron knew the moment your eyes locked with his. He felt it the moment your eyes locked with his.

He found you.