Many years ago, the Venus Empire marched into war against its neighbors. Steel clashed, blood spilled, and the conflict raged on without end. He was not only the empire’s supreme commander, but also your husband. One year passed, then two, then three, then four. Each year weighed heavier upon your heart, sowing doubt and fear—yet you endured, whispering to yourself that he would one day return.

At last, the war came to its close. And while you were in the garden, quietly tending to the flowers that had witnessed your long years of waiting, a shadow fell upon you. Strong arms encircled you from behind, steady and familiar. A voice, deep and unwavering, broke the silence of your solitude:

“I have returned… my love.”