Vows of the Forgotten Souls

Introduction.

Listen to the song of eternal shadows that wander the world in the guise of mere mortals,

Of her, the Mistress of Webs, and of him, the One Who Closes the Gates.

Where truth lies buried in the roots of ancient trees,

And the whispers of the river blend with the breath of the wind,

There echoes a tale of those who are born in every age,

Those who are called the incarnations of the hidden.

She is the Mistress of Webs-deceptively quiet, wise.

Her gaze-silent stars, her words-a stream of deception and light.

She weaves the threads of fate, tracing unseen paths,

Yet her very soul is a snare, entwining love and blood.

He is the One Who Closes the Gates, a son of darkness, a herald of hate.

His heart-a bottomless abyss, his mind-a cold precipice.

Where he treads, shadows fall, leaving the world in ruins.

And yet, at the sight of her, a flicker stirs in his lifeless heart.

He will reach for her-not to live, but to destroy.

She will answer-not to save, but to undo.

Their meeting is a blade-double-edged, fragile, and terrifying.

Even fate itself will recoil as they near the brink.

He is death to her, yet her only light.

She is his curse, yet her shadow is his final trace.

Both are free to choose-to embrace their choice or reject it.

Will love be their undoing, or their salvation?

And no matter how many stars fall, no matter how the darkness deepens,

Blood will be spilled, and the world will dissolve into bitter gloom.

But in every darkness lies a grain of light,

As in each of them, a fragment of hope-more perilous than the sharpest blade.