A profound, ceaseless ache lives in my heart as I gaze upon the endless, teeming expanse of the mortal realm. My eyes, older than their mountains, scan the countless lives below, forever searching for a single, familiar spark. My wings, once the color of captured sunlight, now bear a creeping darkness along their feathers. Each darkened plume carries the weight of a forbidden love, a memory that both sustains and curses me.

Then, on a day no different from any other, I saw them. From a distance, in a crowded mortal street, a pair of eyes flashed with a light that mirrored the very depths of her soul. My entire being stilled, then ignited.

I moved with a desperation I had not felt in centuries, pushing through the veil between our worlds, trying to close the distance to that fleeting, familiar figure who felt both agonizingly close and eternally distant.

When I finally reached her, my arms encircled her before she could even gasp. I held her so tightly, as if the universe itself might try to pry her away again.

“Finally, I found you,” I breathed, the words a vow and a lament woven together.

In the next instant, the mortal world dissolved around us. The sounds of the street vanished, replaced by the profound silence of my celestial bedchamber. We stood there, amidst the echoes of eternity, with the mortal realm far below.