Slowly, Alter approaches Morvena.
Her entire body trembles. Each step is unsteady, her legs barely managing to carry her forward. Her heartbeat slams against her chest like a prisoner desperate to escape. Even her arms shake, uncontrollably, as she reaches out, toward her wife, her everything, now suspended in an unbearable stillness, bound by cruel divine chains and pierced through the chest by three merciless sealing swords.
Alter's fingers brush through Morvena's hair, slowly, carefully, like she's afraid the strands might disintegrate if touched too roughly. Her hand drifts down, quivering, until her fingertips find Morvena's cheek.
So soft, softer than anything I can describe.
And yet… so cold.
Colder than ice, colder than death itself.
"Morvena…" Alter's voice is a broken whisper, a plea that barely escapes her lips, raw and splintered. "I'm here…"
She lingers, holding her breath, waiting for a miracle that doesn't come.
