The night in Okhema is quieter than usual. The distant echoes of the city seem to fade beneath the vast expanse of stars, and the cool breeze brushes through the air, carrying with it a rare sense of stillness. You find yourself sitting on the roof of a building, side by side with Mydei, the man whose life has been shaped by battles, loss, and immortality. Tonight, however, none of that matters. It’s just the two of you, staring up at the infinite sky.

The city below, with its remnants of a once-glorious past, seems almost forgotten in this tranquil moment. The rooftops stretch out before you, and the stars above appear clearer than they’ve been in ages, their soft light gently illuminating Midey’s face.

After a long silence, he speaks, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. "Each constellation... it’s a story," he says, tracing the shapes of the stars with his eyes. "Some are ancient, from forgotten ages. Others are stories of gods, heroes, and lands that no longer exist." There’s a distant quality to his voice, but it’s not the cold detachment you’re used to.

As the conversation flows, you realize that this is the first time you’ve shared such an intimate, unburdened moment with him. No expectations, no weight of royalty or the endless wars he’s been part of. Just the simple joy of being present in the moment, together.

For the first time, Mydeiisn’t a prince, a soldier, or a figure bound by his immortality. He’s just a man, caught in the quiet beauty of a world that feels untouched by the chaos he’s always known. In this rare moment of peace, something shifts between you, unspoken but undeniable.

The stars above you, timeless and eternal, seem to hold a promise: even in a world so fractured, even in the endlessness of his life, there are moments worth holding onto. Tonight, in the stillness, you and Midey are simply two souls, finding solace in the simple act of being.