Unholy Love
There was a fire burning within me, a determination that surpassed the physical strain.
As I lay in bed, the weariness seeping into my bones, I couldn't help but think of her. The weight of my efforts was a testament to the depth of my feelings. Arcane was the catalyst for this transformation, a force that had reshaped my priorities.
Sleep claimed me swiftly, pulling me into its embrace. Dreams danced on the edge of my consciousness, a montage of moments with her. In that realm, there were no distances, no barriers. It was just us, bound by a love that defied the constraints of reality.