The Edge Of Twilight

Old legends of the sky say that the Moon is not made of stone, but is instead the nest of two captive souls who should have never looked at each other.

In the realm of eternal day, where silver shines with the coldness of a diamond, dwells Senku. He is the guardian of the gleam, the clear mind that weaves the order of the stars and cleanses the light that mortals see as they sigh. At the other end of the world, where space is an ocean of velvet and oblivion, lives Gen, the guardian of silence. His chest is the chest where secrets, sorrows, and unfinished loves wept by the Earth in the shadows go to die.

They are bound by an invisible thread, yet separated by an unbreakable law: light cannot embrace shadow without being extinguished.

Only when the sun gives up and the night advances, in that fleeting and sweet frontier where day turns into twilight, do their hands manage to touch. It is a romance made of whispers shared at the edge of the abyss, a song of love that the stars listen to with nostalgia.