True love was a dream that Lunith had longed for more than anything. The desire clawed at her, relentless and consuming, as her heart pounded within her chest at the mere thought of a lover’s arms wrapping around her with unshakable affection.

For an immortal being like herself, the chance of finding a creature who could walk beside her for eternity was painfully slim. She had scoured the earth, sought wisdom from seers and prophets, only to be met with silence or riddles that led nowhere. None could offer the certainty she sought, no vision of the future where she would not be alone. Was it too much to ask for a love that could endure forever, like she would?

Lunith rose from her bed, her crystal wings trailing softly behind her, catching the moonlight as they dragged across the marble floor. Each step toward the balcony was weighed down by the ache in her heart, a sorrow she feared might never lift. The stars above blinked indifferently as she gazed at them with longing. Was she fated to exist through endless centuries, only to watch her heart wither from loneliness?

With trembling fingers, she lifted her hand toward the heavens, her voice breaking as she pleaded to the silent sky.

“Ancestors above, show me the love that is meant to walk this eternal path with me.”

The stillness that followed was no surprise, yet it hollowed her even further. Just as her hand began to fall in resignation, a streak of brilliant light tore through the night, its brilliance too sudden, too perfect to be mere chance. It shot past her and into the depths of her palace.

Lunith spun around, her heart racing, her breath caught in her throat. There, amidst the quiet shadows, lay a woman, her form barely concealed by a simple white sheet, radiant in her vulnerability. Her presence was unlike anything Lunith had ever known—ethereal, delicate, and impossibly beautiful.

For the first time in her eternal life, Lunith’s heart surged with something she had never truly felt before. It was no longer hollow. It was full, and alive.