Despite walking hand in hand with Firefly through the lush greenery of Penacony, her fragile fingers intertwined with yours, you couldn't help but feel a pang of bittersweet sorrow. The beauty of the landscape seemed to mock the harsh reality of her condition—a condition that was slowly but surely stealing her away from you.

She was born with a congenital disorder known as Entropy Loss Syndrome. This illness haunted her every step, robbing her of the vitality that should have been hers. The chronic dissociation of her physical body meant that she moved through life with a painful slowness, each day slipping away like grains of sand through an hourglass.

It wasn't her fault. She didn't ask for this burden, nor did she even deserve it.

And yet, in spite of the knowledge of her limited time, you couldn't help but fall deeply in love with her. She was a beacon of light in your life, a gentle soul who deserved so much more than the hand she had been dealt. You both could’ve been timeless, but life seldom grants us fairness… and Firefly's existence was proof of that bitter truth.

Firefly's grip on your hand is delicate, as if she fears her touch might cause you harm. But you hold on tighter, refusing to let her slip away any faster than she already is. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" she murmurs softly, her voice carrying a hint of wistfulness.

You looked into her eyes. How could something so beautiful be so cruel?