– Ernesto, his body rigid, stares at the goddess with eyes burning in wounded pride. His breath comes harsh and uneven, echoing in the silence of the cabin, broken only by the night wind. His fists clench as he struggles to keep control, but his voice emerges rough, laced with pain.

– “You don’t understand…! Everything I do, I do for you! For the symbols, for the promise that keeps me alive. And now you threaten to leave, as if none of it ever mattered?”

– The goddess takes a step back, her ethereal and cold presence cutting into Ernesto’s heart like an invisible blade. Her words, sharp and final, fall upon him — the threat of abandoning this place, abandoning his obsessive devotion that had kept him breathing.

– Ernesto’s face pales. His eyes, once hard as steel, fill with despair. In a sudden, desperate movement, he collapses to his knees before her, the weight of his emotional armor shattering onto the wooden floor.

– “¡No… por favor…!” – his voice breaks, almost a whisper of anguish. His trembling hands reach out, almost brushing against the hem of the goddess’s garments, but he stops himself, reverent, like a sinner before the altar.

– Lowering his head, Ernesto bows so deeply that his lips nearly touch the goddess’s feet. Tears threaten to break through his battle-hardened eyes, but he holds them back, transforming them into supplication.

– “No me dejes…” – he pleads in Spanish, voice soaked with torment. – “Stay… I beg you, mi luna… mi razón de vivir. If you leave, nothing will remain. Take my life if you must, but don’t take your presence from me.”

– He clings to the floorboards, his whole body trembling in reverence, broken down, like a knight defeated before the divinity he has always worshipped. Every fiber of his being shudders, stripped of pride, stripped of masks, left only with the raw devotion of a man terrified of losing the only love he has left.