Their calm was no longer a simple rest, but rather the result of a deep transformation that had permeated their very essence. They had not only become part of Eternity; they had become its living pulse. Every movement, every glance, every thought merged with the space around them, and there was no longer any difference between them and what surrounded them.
Melania sat on the edge of the world, where the sky smoothly merged into an ocean of light that seemed to have no beginning or end. She watched the continuous motion, which now seemed more important than the goal itself. Her heart no longer sought answers to “why” or “how,” for she understood that the essence of the answer lay in change, in how everything moves, merges, and becomes something greater than a single soul could comprehend.
Endar approached her, and his shadow, which seemed boundless, gently fell upon the ground. He looked at her, his eyes filled with silence, but within that silence was the entire energy of the Universe. He didn’t need words — their gazes found their way to understanding, to a comprehension that could unite even Infinity with its essence.
“We become what we fight,” he said, his voice carrying no irony or doubt. It was an understanding that had come not through thought, but through experience and lived moments.
“Is this what we sought?” Melania asked, feeling how her question lost its boundaries. She no longer sought an answer. It no longer mattered.
They both understood: even the deepest struggle, the fiercest pain, and the highest sacrifices were merely part of a process that led to a deeper state — a state of harmony and the absence of struggle. There were no enemies now, no threats — only the endless wave that never ceased. They no longer felt the need for anything else. They were part of this wave, and at that moment, they understood: they had always been part of this infinite process.
Melania lifted her gaze to the sky. It seemed that with every breath, they were becoming smaller and smaller, until they would eventually vanish completely, leaving no trace, no memory of themselves. They had become part of something that could not be conveyed in words, for it was more than mere existence. It had become their perfect manifestation — not the result of effort, but the peace they had arrived at without seeking it.
“And we will never return?” Melania asked.
“We never left this place,” Endar replied, and in his voice was everything: pain, acceptance, and the deep silence that opened new horizons.
They felt the sky around them becoming soft, and each breath dissolved into infinity. Now there was no battle, no effort — only one existence that merged with everything else. They had become part of this endless calm, and at that very moment, they realized: in losing themselves, they had found the greatest freedom.