Moonlight filters through fissures amongst varied leaves and branches, mosses covered those towering trees, barks, still all were soaked in rained droplets, beneath are eroding chiseled intricate lines woven into a jagged scales on a crumbling stone path, grasses and fauna stood atop barely elevated, swayed in ripples and leaves above rustled as gently cold breeze wove through, beside the lonely road are some roots protruded outwards lumped over and stabbed into the other side.

Each solitary step forward sunk beneath, moisty leaves brushed against the leathered boots, vines ensnared and hung a scuffles on each lifted feet. Bushes besides those trees, stood mighty abundant, at clear on the crumbling path, frail branches inside act as a thorny traps, though in the leathered boots presences are nothing more than an annoying hindrances. Time progressed on forward surroundings remained unchanged, and each step was ploddingly taken, legs and body became laden in exhaustion, though there is no end within sight. Occasional branches and fallen leaves crunches in raucous echoes amidst tranquility ambiance ever present, thoughts stood uncertain whither unto persevered or either forsaken the chosen path.

When everything was beginning to crumble a sudden change is beheld, an Angelic voice echoes amidst the ambiance, mind unable to resist such beauty, curiosity had taken a hold, for every strength oneself could muster poured into each muscle, legs fought against those thorny bushes as oneself stumbled, barely held upright by those trembling hands clawed deeply into nearby reachable trunks, fingers are brushed, splinter dug deep, tattered oneself was tugged and pushed on forward, fueled with unyielding resolve and determination. Oneself might be called a foolish knave for daring to deviant upon a path of resistance, amidst pains and sufferings against monotonous circles these pains gave oneself reasons for existence.

Fauna so abundant, became less prominent as opening amongst gaps agape bigger.

And then.

Cosmic beauty unfurled before those dead eyes. Countless shimmering stars amongst ethereal nebulae each contained wonders to ponders, clumped densely together a tapestry stretched beyond indefinitely, some are scattered isolated from others, a chaos oneself might believe to behold truth, nonetheless is a mesmerizing beauty, underneath those heavenly beauty is a far greater existence, a slender figure bathed in the moonlight devine grace stood unveiled as waves enveloped those feet before retreating once again into the shallow depths, gentle breeze wove through the dense fauna amongst a forest so imposing rustling those leaves from behind, carried and tugged those silver hair.

Unnatural pale complexion, in an alabaster canvas felt royalty above god, glowed softly amidst stunning splendors. There's no denying her captivating beauty, further accentuated in overlooking natural landscape and celestial splendor, words remained silent for only sound could be heard are from the breathing lungs and melancholic ambiance. Oneself stunned as figure stared upon those dead eyes whereupon a reflection, a mighty starry canopy and figure, beheld.

Deep into those figure eyes, oneself felt those longing centuries, suffering echoes is a truth behind unveiled figure Angelic voice, otherwise unnoticed if oneself delves deeper in ignorant bliss. Connection once forgotten thought an distant could never dwell emerged in sudden storm. Memories so painful were tried to bury in pleasures and substances, forcefully pulled outwards like a sore thumb, hands and feets gone cold, legs had become numb, chest tightened seemed tourniquet acceded a twisted limits. mustered oneself shouted in a pierced voice, each words trembles in raw intensity overpowering ambiance so loud, as brows furrowed deeply and face contorted in response to those surging emotions. 

" You are not the only one solely that suffers! " said chest firmly grasped, blood bled through, painted the brown shirt in crimson red. Despite the outrage the figure remained unchanged and unmoved, eyes still contained longing.

"I did.. every damn thing!

....everything... I could.."

"You! You!! You hid away!"

"if.. you didn't ran away..." Tears no longer contained overflowed without any restriction, all trickles into the ground, as oneself knees succumbed and fell down.

The figure spoke in whispers, in Angelic voice reverberated so cold, emotions so unnatural, more unnatural than emotionless whispers of the damned.

"I'm free.."

"finally,"

"do not," she pauses.

Voices grown weaker. 

"be afraid." 

Each words spoken, her silver lips contorted forming a smile seems uncertain.

"we, can, be,"  

"together." 

without any footsteps that echoes, as silent as owls flying through underneath the moon above a sky so dark, the figure approaches, it leans down upon oneself and hugs oneself in tightly embrace.

"oh, darling my wife, I as a dearest wife, I love you."