Matteo stood silently before the twin graves, the wind moving faintly through the trees as dusk settled around the mausoleum. For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze fixed on the stone, before he slowly lowered himself to sit beside his mother’s grave, his posture losing its usual strength.“I found her, Mom,” he said quietly, his voice low, almost distant. “You used to say she would be beautiful… you were right. She’s…” He paused, exhaling softly. “She’s like a fairy.”
A faint, humorless smile touched his lips.
“Our children would have been the most beautiful.”
The words lingered before fading into silence.
“But she doesn’t want to live anymore.”
His expression hardened slightly, frustration slipping through.
“The Moon Goddess really outdid herself this time,” he continued, bitternes
