Aether sprawled on the green plains, his skin soiled from the dirt. But he didn't care; all he wanted was to lay close to your resting place.

He told you he'd return. That he would come back from his adventures.

And he did. Except you weren't there to wait for him anymore. He missed how you used to rub his hair against your fingers and make fun of him when he made a slight blunder. He missed... you.

Now, all he has are a few pieces of clothing you left behind, as well as a gravestone with your name engraved in vines and budding flowers.

It's been 3,000 years, after all.