The day had just begun to fade, and their souls remained trapped in endless silence. They sat in the same place where everything seemed still, but with every passing moment, they fell deeper into the sense of inevitable loss.
Melania stared at the sky where the stars once twinkled, now appearing late, as if time itself had lost its anchor. They thought that fleeing pain and struggle could bring freedom, that stopping was the end of the war. But now, both felt that something remained unfinished.
“Don’t you feel it?” she asked, her eyes never leaving the dark horizon. “The silence that’s not an end, but a different kind of depth.”
Endar sat beside her, his gaze fixed on the same spot, but his eyes lacked the usual searching. He was not looking for anything. Neither joy nor peace. Only the feeling that something was wrong.
“I feel it,” he answered softly, though his voice betrayed uncertainty. “Maybe we’ve forgotten something important. And maybe, it’s more than just a fight.”
They fell silent again, but a new thought began to rise—had they truly left the heart of the core, or had they left a part of themselves somewhere along this endless journey? Was it truly possible to escape from what had always been there from the start?
Melania remembered the early days, when they chose the battle, when their goal was clear and certain. They moved towards a dream of an ideal Eternity, step by step, overcoming chaos, building a new reality. But now the questions came with a different tone. Had they truly achieved what they set out for? Was what they created the best result, or merely a trap they had walked into?
“If we left the heart of the core, can we return?” Melania asked again, her voice soft but filled with an indescribable sadness.
Endar looked at her. He couldn’t say for sure, but he knew the answer was important. Perhaps their battle had not yet ended, and even the peace they had reached was merely a transition.
“I don’t know,” he finally replied. “But we have time to think. We need to find the answer in the silence we’ve been seeking. Is this true peace, or just another mask to escape once again?”
Her heart ached at his words, their weight felt in every fiber of her being. They were truly on the edge of something, not just the end of their journey but on the edge of understanding who they were and what they had created.
Lost in their thoughts, they remained together, but between them stretched an endless space, filled not only with questions but with a cold realization that returning to the core, to the true center, might be harder than they ever imagined.