A tragic tale set in the golden stillness of Elysium, where beauty hides sharp teeth, this story follows Achilles in his eternal torment. Surrounded by marble ruins and endless fields of paradise, he cannot find peace, for Patroclus is absent. Immortal glory has shackled him to a name, while the man himself remains hollow and broken. When Patroclus' shade appears, their reunion is no salvation-sorrow, reproach, and truths too heavy to deny drive a wedge between them deeper than death ever could.
The gods of the Underworld-Thanatos, Hades, and the Fury Megaera-tighten their grip, reminding Achilles that eternity is not forgiveness. His desperate attempts to defy their decree only push Patroclus further from him, each reunion dissolving into mist, each loss striking harder than the last. Achilles rages, begs, and pleads, but love in Elysium is not possession, and fate is unyielding.
At last, Hades delivers the cruelest judgment of all: the severing of memory. Achilles is left emptied, stripped of the love that defined him, bound now only to service and silence. And when Patroclus finds him again, hope shatters-Achilles does not know him. The fields remain beautiful, but their radiance is colder than death, for paradise without remembrance is no paradise at all.
This is not a tale of reunion, but of love condemned to echo through eternity, always near yet never whole. It asks: what is glory, what is paradise, when love itself is forgotten?