The mountain never changed, yet it transformed with every passing year. Snow melted into wildflower carpets, which yielded to golden meadows and then to frost-kissed evergreens once more. Ronan and I moved through it all like two rivers that had long since merged into one unstoppable current. Our bodies had softened with time, yet the fire between us burned hotter than ever refined, knowing, endless.One crystalline winter morning, the crystals on the mantel flared brighter than I had ever seen. Their light pulsed in a steady, inviting rhythm, drawing us both to the hearth. Ronan took my hand, his fingers still strong and callused from centuries of protecting what we loved. His silver-threaded hair caught the glow, and the deep lines at the corners of his eyes only made him more beautiful to me.“They’re calling us again,” he murmured, voice low and warm.We stepped through the veil together, emerging into Lirien’s realm where time felt both infinite and suspended. She waited for us o
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