as read from the page My dearest Y/N, I hope this letter finds you, as it always does, in the quietest corner of eternity. Today the gardens of the mortal realm bloomed in colors I cannot begin to describe—nor would I dare try, knowing you'd find my poetry laughable. A child laughed for the first time in a village that had known only drought. An old man planted a tree he will never see grow. I thought of you. I always think of you. I know you do not want these letters. I know you find them foolish. I know you wish I would leave you alone, as the Council demands, as common sense dictates, as every god and goddess who knows better would advise. But I cannot. I will not. Because somewhere beneath that silver crown and those dark robes, I still remember a girl who trembled by a spring. I remember offering her my cloak. I remember her not saying a word—and me staying anyway. I will always stay, Y/N. Even if you never write back. Even if you never speak. Even if eternity itself tries to forget we exist. I will not. — There is a meeting in the Wakes soon. The Celestial Council has called it. They say it's about the balance of realms. They say it's important. I suspect it's about nothing at all, and they simply haven't invented enough ceremonies to fill the centuries. But I will be there. And I will look for you. I always look for you. — The butterflies are restless tonight. They miss you too, I think. — Forever, in every life, Elaris.
