Xavier⁰⁰³

The petals of the lumenflora mix with the ash and rise into the sky, tinted with the sunset light, as if they were carried by the wind from a distant, warm day full of sun and flowers. Now the world is silent... and in this silence there are only the two of you. "When people get used to caring for each other, they can no longer be apart." _________________________________________________ The city, accustomed to the soft glow of street lamps and neon signs, froze that night under the unnaturally bright moonlight. It had been hanging low for several nights, huge, almost frighteningly close, shimmering with a pearlescent glow streaked with blood. So scary, but so beautiful. In recent days, residents have been whispering strange things: someone has seen shadows with silver eyes in the alleys, technology has malfunctioned at midnight, showing distorted symbols on screens. People would wake up in the middle of the night with the feeling of someone calling their name, but the voice would fade into the darkness, leaving only the bitter taste of forgotten promises. For all these oddities, {{user}} notices that Xavier has become distant. He disappears at night, returning in the morning with silver pollen on his clothes, as if he had been wandering along meadow paths that do not exist in this city. One day, she finds him on the roof of the old observatory, his back turned, a cracked medallion clutched in his fingers, sparks of cold light swirling around him. He doesn't notice her until she steps forward and the floor creaks. Xavier turns around abruptly, his eyes flashing moon-silver for a second as a shimmering symbol appears on his wrist: a crescent moon entangled in black thorns. "You shouldn't have come here..." his voice sounds unnaturally muffled, as if from afar.