Cursed Eternals

Chapter 6: Their Love

The Willow Tree, a symbol of resilience, stood tall in our dreams. Its verdant canopy provided refuge during our sacred meetings, bending gracefully towards the wind, embodying the flexibility needed in our quest for peace. Underneath its branches, we found solace, sharing hopes and fears as the rustling leaves whispered ancient wisdom.

In this tranquil haven, the Celestial Meadow appeared vibrant, a backdrop to our intertwined spirits free from the burdens of destiny. The cool shade of the willow enveloped us, creating a cocoon of tranquility where time stood still. All that mattered was the warmth of our hands and the steady rhythm of our hearts, signifying our devotion.

In the following days, the willow tree became a recurring symbol in our dreams, representing enduring love and protection. It showed love’s unwavering strength, providing refuge. The Dance between Malakhai and me, set in the Celestial Meadow, showcased our unity. Each graceful movement reflected a grand celestial choreography, with our steps mirroring the orbits of stars and the rotations of heavenly objects.

As we moved in unison, we embodied the gravitational influence that keeps cosmic entities in alignment, the gentle push and attraction that maintains universal equilibrium. Our celestial performance brought to life the beauty and complexity of creation, reminding us of the wonders that lie beyond our own world.

As Malakhai and I danced in perfect unison, the very essence of our being seemed to embody the fundamental principles of yin and yang. Our steps and movements, balanced and harmonious, reflected our unity. The air shimmered with vibrant energy, the ground beneath our feet pulsed with life, and the sky above us displayed cosmic splendor.

In our visions, the Hill Overlooking the Valley was a sacred summit where all of creation converged. Malakhai and I, in that spot, gained a transcendent perspective, seeing the streams below as silvery threads representing different lives and stories, merging in a harmonious flow. This dance symbolized love and unity, offering us solace. The peak embodied a united world, where the Rivers of Dreams, nourished by the moon goddess’s daughter and her celestial consort, coursed. Each river, with its unique color and melody, represented the collective consciousness and experiences of existence, from azure blue for peace to stormy gray symbolizing struggle. The Rivers of Dreams illustrated the vastness of human knowledge.

As the streams coursed into the valley, their currents braided, creating a powerful narrative of unity. In our fantasies, Malakhai and I perceived the Rivers of Dreams as a symbol of interconnectedness among all beings. The intermingling liquids offered a renewed purpose, hinting at a future where barriers faded and reconciliation prevailed. Observing the river from the high hill, we beheld our love reflected in the moving stream.

At the confluence, emotions swirled within us—daunted and determined as mediators. The rivers’ beauty inspired awe, reminding us of every thread’s importance in life’s tapestry. Beneath this wonder was a quiet sadness, recognizing the challenges ahead. Yet, with Malakhai’s support and my calm, we transformed despair into renewed resolve.

On a poignant night in the dreamscape, we stood by shimmering rivers as a gentle breeze stirred the air. The fragrance of blooming lilies surrounded us while fireflies danced in an enchanting swirl, their lights pulsing in sync with our heartbeats.

Turning to Malakhai, my eyes reflecting the glow, I whispered, “The universe speaks with encouraging light.”

Malakhai’s tale of kindness and humble beginnings, told under the starry sky, had a profound and lasting impact on me. Death had transformed him into an angel, a guardian of peace who wielded kindness despite never having embraced it. As his presence became a bright star, illuminating the fantastical waterways around us, celebrating a bond that defied time and realms, a completeness with me, transcending his role as a leader, came over Malakhai.

In the stillness of night, Malakhai poured out his heart to a listening me, my eyes reflecting the ethereal rivers’ glow. I felt a connection to his story of past loneliness and passionate love. Those words resonated within me, stirring emotions that transcended the celestial realm. When he finished, a sacred pause enveloped us, echoing, signifying his revelation.

My voice, gentle as moonlight, praised Malakhai for his journey through time and space and his unwavering commitment to righteousness. His transformation from mortal to a celestial being was awe-inspiring, a testament to his pure spirit. As I took his hand, I expressed my happiness at awakening a long-dormant flame in him. With reverence, I spoke of his saga, a miraculous ascent that resonated with all celestial creatures.

As I stepped closer, our palms met—a touch as ancient as the stars. “To spark something within you fills me with joy,” I said.

Echoing my influence, “I’ve rediscovered a forgotten path in your light,” was his reply.

Our intertwined hands symbolized unity and eternity as the moon saw our passion blooming like a rose.

With a heart full of emotion, Malakhai professed his feelings to me, entrusting me with his affections. This moment of pure devotion changed everything, with the dream rivers shimmering in reflection. However, it was my burden to unify the realms peacefully—a sacred undertaking I accepted, although I worried about its impact on our love in the divine's presence assembly. My eyes glistened with unshed tears; I gazed into the horizon, apprehensive about our fate.

The room’s silence weighed heavily on me, causing my hands to tremble. I spoke of a god’s adoration for an ocean maiden. My utterance was soft and hesitant, a voice like a soft murmur against the backdrop of a world teetering on the brink of remembrance and oblivion, carrying the weight of history.

“The god, he was a being of immense power, bound to the land and sky, yet his heart yearned for the sea,” I began, my eyes distant. “And this ocean nymph, she was a creature of the depths, her song a melody that could calm the fiercest storms.”

Their romance was clandestine, a union of two worlds never meant to intertwine. It was a passion that set the heavens ablaze and moved the ocean’s bottom. But both the celestial and aquatic beings forbade such a relationship, and its discovery sparked their fury.

“Their passion became a pyre,” I continued, my hands clasped. “It began a war that scorched the realms, a devastating conflict that threatened to unravel the very fabric of existence.”

My mother had warned me of the dangers of passion, too fierce, too consuming. A beacon can guide, but a flame can obliterate. The couple faced eternal consequences.

“As I stand before you,” I confessed, my gaze fixed on my companion, “my heart burns with a passion as profound as the gods’, as deep as the mermaid’s.” Love offers blessings, yet also curses.

Anxiety consumed me at the thought; the one who had ignited my soul, and my mother’s teachings only worsened my fear. Our devotion, a beacon, could consume us.

Stepping forward, Malakhai radiated strength and reassurance to ease my distress. Determined, like the heavens themselves, he approached me. He reached out, his touch protective and comforting, and lifted my face to meet his eyes. He addressed me, his voice a firm yet gentle tide, saying, “Our love is the purity of the cosmos, free from the errors of our predecessors.”

He orated, “The harmony we dream of, the unity of all souls, is not a mere fantasy. It is the pulse of the universe, the heartbeat of creation. I stand with you, now and always, as we step before the assembly. Together, we declare devotion to be the ultimate strength, finding all enduring things.”

His steadfast words soared into the firmament. “We have etched our bond into eternity, a covenant that is to surpass the stars’ lifespan. May our devotion guide lose souls, inspire weary hearts, and unite those divided. Love gives us the power to move worlds, the courage to defy fate, and the resolve to forge future peace.”

To me, Malakhai pledged a commitment as timeless as the night sky, its resonance echoing through the ages.

Because of Malakhai’s heartfelt declaration, I felt a surge of emotion. My eyes, glistening with the reflection of countless stars, met his with a depth of feeling beyond description.

“Sweetheart,” I responded, a soft echo of the tenderness that filled me. “Your pronouncements are the wings upon which my hopes soar. Inspired by your conviction, I find the fortitude to embrace the unknown and challenge the very fabric of fate.”

Still clasped in his, my hand tightened, a silent affirmation of our shared resolve. “Having you by my side, I fear neither the assembly nor the weight of tradition. Our devotion ushers in a new world, where potency lies in devotion, not brute force.”

Together, we positioned ourselves, united in purpose and bound by a devotion that transcended the boundaries of realms and the dictates of time. My heart, once a solitary beacon, now shone with a luminosity amplified by our shared devotion—a luminosity that promised to guide us through whatever trials lay ahead.

Side by side with Malakhai, I sensed our love was a force that could move mountains. We vowed, amid the dream rivers, to stay united. Our love, a thread of peace, would weave across realms. Feeling gratitude, I heard Malakhai’s words of assurance. Our unwavering commitment guaranteed facing any future hardship together.