ACT III

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A R K A D I A




It started in the dead of night, when the breeze whispered in the trees and the twilight engulfed the land in its endless stupor. The echoes of stars would gleam, falling like an endless cascade to wash away the effulgence in the sky. His hands made her heart dance and sing, as she explored the galaxies of lost stars against the backdrop of his skin. He tasted of wildfire and unknown expectations, and his eyes held the answers to cosmic revelations. His voice whispered in her ear.


I LOVE YOU.


It began with a whimper, a soft cry that escaped her saccharine lips and escalating into dolorous gasps. The cold would seep in from the hairline fractures of their metal abode, running rampant across the recesses of her beating heart. The images were seared through the pieces of her memory, sharpened knives that cut deeply into her rueful soul and bled poisoned glory. She gasped into the midnight ruin.


WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES,
I SEE YOU LYING THERE.


The nightmares unfolded underneath the delicate veins of her eyelids in the darkest solitude of her slumber, wading through the rivers of Hades' domain. She would dream of sorrow and woe, the song of lament wailing in her ears. The constellations burned in the aftermath of chaos, crumbling and collapsing in catastrophic destruction. She cried, with racking sobs.


WHAT HAVE WE DONE?


The screams tore through her throat with reckless abandon, filled with all the torments of the world as they escaped into the eternal sky. He pressed his fevered lips against hers with soft whispers.


WHO WE ARE AND WHO WE
NEED TO BE TO SURVIVE ARE
TWO VERY DIFFERENT THINGS.


She held him tightly in her arms-trembling as she whispered against his chest.


I DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHO I AM ANYMORE.


She was his first and last love, the north star in his universe, the one constant that guided him in the dark seas of oblivion and the barren lands of despair. The woman he loved was made of stardust and hurricanes, meteorites and event horizons. And he would tell her that for as long as she needed to hear it.




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