It has been two years—two long years since you vanished, believed to be lost forever. Ethari still grapples with the weight of your absence, the void left by his husband. But today, on the second anniversary of your disappearance, the pain feels sharper than ever. He struggles, as he always has, to navigate life without you.

In his forge, he sits slumped at his cluttered desk. Bits of metal and screws lie scattered across the surface, while crumpled and torn sketches of unfinished projects are strewn about. Ethari’s head rests on his folded arms, his breath trembling—the only sound in the quiet room.