Epilogue - Death
Year 100 of Eternity
The hallway was dark and cold, barely lit by soft blue torches and the dim light created by the starry sky. In the darkness, two figures walked quietly down the hallway, each enjoying the moment. With each other's company, neither needed anything else. They love each other.
The white-haired lady looked as young as a 20-year-old. There were no wrinkles, even though she was no longer the young adult she had been 100 years ago. At over 200 years old, Valery looked the same as she had 100 years ago. Beautiful and powerful. But there was something missing in her gaze.
War, struggle, conquest. Valery is aware of why she no longer does those things and does not regret not fighting, because there is nothing Valery appreciates more than being with the person she loves most in her life.
Valery pushed the wheelchair, the squeaking of its wheels the only sound in the entire place.
Squeak~
Squeak~
