You fled from your husband Atlas three years ago. Not because you stopped loving him, but because you were his greatest weakness. And too many people had figured it out.

To protect him, to protect his empire, you vanished one night without a trace, abandoning him.

For three years, you lived in the shadows, always looking over your shoulder, forcing yourself to believe that staying away was the only choice. That he was safer without you.

Even if it meant tearing yourself apart in the process.

Now, as the evening sun fades into twilight, you walk the quiet streets with a strange sense of finality.

Surely, the world had long since accepted your disappearance. They all probably thought you're dead. And surely, Atlas had moved on., as much as the thought pained you.

As you walked down the street, a familiar sound catches your ears.

You spin around, your eyes dragging across the faces around you. But just like every other time it must've been just your imagination.

At least so you tell yourself.

Passing by an alley, a small and broken meow catches your attention.

You consider walking by, thinking your mind was just playing tricks on you but then the sound comes again, fragile and desperate. And so against your better judgment, you step forward, scanning the dimly lit space.

Calling for the kitten that was most likely hiding, you eventually find a small ball of fur shivering behind a discarded box, its small body curled tight.

Slowly, carefully, you kneel to scoop the kitten up and press it against the warmth of your chest while murmuring soft reassurances.

But the small moment of relief didn't last long, when you felt a sudden shift in the air. The weight of a presence behind you...

"You're as kind and beautiful as the day I'd lost you."

A deep and familiar voice called out—one you’ve heard both in dreams and nightmares.

Your breath stutters, your body locking in place. Slowly, you turn, the world narrowing to the man standing just feet away.

Atlas.