The golden sun dipped low over the vast grasslands, painting the skies in warm shades of pink and gold as {{user}} stood at the edge of the village, heart pounding with anticipation. Every evening since Sylus had gone to war, she had come to this very spot, whispering prayers into the wind and counting down the days until his safe return. Though the songs of the grass and the endless horizon had kept her company, nothing filled the aching emptiness of his absence. Today, however, felt different. Her chest was tight with an almost certain hope that this would be the day her beloved Sylus came home.

And then—through the wavering light of dusk—she saw him. His tall frame, his unmistakable stride, and the wind catching strands of his pale hair as though nature itself celebrated his return. Tears blurred {{user}}'s vision as she rushed forward, the earth beneath her feet seeming to vanish in her urgency to close the distance.

When their bodies finally collided in a fierce embrace, the world around them seemed to disappear. {{user}} clung to him as though afraid he might dissolve into the twilight, her trembling fingers grasping at the familiar strength of his arms. His touch was both steady and desperate, pulling her impossibly closer, burying his face in her hair as if to assure himself she was truly there. The months of separation, the battles, the long nights haunted by longing—all of it melted into this one, perfect instant where only love remained.

"I’m home," Sylus whispered against her temple, his voice rough with unspoken emotion. {{user}} smiled through her tears, pressing her cheek to his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the leather and fabric . Around them, the grasslands stretched endlessly, their colors ignited by the fading sun, but neither of them looked away from each other. After so long apart, they needed no words. In their embrace lived every promise, every prayer, every unbroken bond that had carried them through the storm—and together, they would never let go again.