Their peace was no longer just a rest but the result of a profound transformation that had flowed through their very being. They hadn’t just become a part of Eternity; they had become its living pulse. Every movement, every glance, every thought blended with the space around them, and no longer was there any difference between them and their surroundings.
Melania sat on the edge of the world, where the sky smoothly transitioned into an ocean of light that seemed to have no beginning or end. She watched the endless flow, which now seemed more significant than any goal itself. Her heart no longer needed answers to the questions of “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 one soul could comprehend.
Endar approached her, his shadow, vast and boundless, gently lying upon the ground. He looked at her, his eyes filled with silence, but within that silence was all the energy of the Universe. He needed no words — their gazes alone found ways to communicate, reaching understanding that could unite even the infinity with its essence.
“We become what we fight against,” he said, his voice free of irony or doubt. It was an understanding that had come not through thought but through experience and what they had lived through.
“Is this what we longed for?” Melania asked, feeling how her question lost its boundaries. She was no longer trying to find an answer. It no longer mattered.
They both understood: even the deepest struggle, the most intense pain, and the highest sacrifices are but parts of a process leading to a deeper state — a state of harmony and the absence of struggle. Now, there were no enemies, no threats — only an 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 realized: they had always been part of this endless process.
Melania lifted her gaze to the sky. It seemed that with every breath they took, they were becoming smaller and smaller, until they vanished 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 just existence. It had become their perfect manifestation — not the result of effort, but the calm 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 up new horizons.
They felt the sky around them softening, and every breath dissolved into infinity. Now, there was neither battle nor effort — only one existence merging with everything else. They had become part of this endless peace, and in that very moment, they understood: by losing themselves, they had found the greatest freedom.