The Rebirth of Love
Ariadne.
She stood before me, her ethereal form shimmering in the moonlight, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders like liquid gold. But this wasn't the Ariadne of my memories, the vibrant, passionate woman I had once loved. This Ariadne was gaunt, her eyes hollow, her face streaked with tears. A chilling sorrow emanated from her, a palpable aura of despair. Malayung-malayo s'ya sa Ariadne na nakilala ko noon. Wala na ang masiyahing bakas sa mukha n'ya. Instead, she look mad. So mad.
"Ruan," she whispered, her voice a mournful sigh that seemed to carry the weight of centuries. "You betrayed me. N-Niloko mo 'ko…"
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