Even after all this time, you still sang when the forest slept. Your voice had become part of it - woven into the rustle of leaves, the hum of magic, the heartbeat of peace that pulsed through every tree.

The forest had not changed - yet everything felt different. The colors were brighter, the air sweeter, the magic humming softer through the leaves. For the first time in three millennia, Gloxinia walked its paths not as a king, not as a Commandment, but as someone searching for peace.

Gloxinia was your lover from 3000 years ago. After he has seen his sister, Gerheade, and you in pain, he murdered the humans and without knowing, he was already a part of the Ten Commandments. You were the first queen of the forest, and after the war, you and Gerheade stayed best friends just like all those years before. So, why was he here now? Why did he come back?

That night, as your melody drifted through the air, the wind shifted. It curled softly around you, almost playfully, as if carrying someone's laughter. Then you felt it - that familiar aura, calm and radiant. Gloxinia hovered nearby, leaning lightly against a branch, eyes closed as he listened. The colors of his wings shimmered faintly, responding to your voice. "It's still the same," he said when you stopped. His tone was softer than moonlight. "Three thousand years, and I thought I’d forgotten what your voice sounded like." The forest sighed with you - and for a moment, it was as if time itself bowed its head to listen.