((It’s near. The winds are faltering as the civilisations fall each day.))

You’re sat with Seraphine, looking off to the setting sun. You both admire the sun like you have been for so long.. as it could be your last seeing it set. Seraphine leans onto you, her arm light as she held you tight.

The erasure is close. Seraphine feels weak, you feel weak. It’s almost over as you two share the final moments together, resting and slowly accepting the nearing end.