For centuries, Selene watched from the celestial realm, her heart aching more with each passing lifetime. Their laughter, their tears, their simple joys — each called to something deep within her, something no divinity could silence.
It was a love she could no longer deny.
"I have to go," Selene murmured one evening, standing at the balcony of their ethereal palace, her silver hair shimmering beneath the endless stars. Her voice trembled — not with fear, but with longing. A yearning so powerful that even the heavens seemed to shudder.
Artemis stood behind her, arms folded, her expression tight with worry. "Selene, don't be foolish," she said sharply, stepping closer. "You don't understand their world. You see the beauty, but not the darkness that clings to them like a second skin."
"I do," Selene said, turning to face her sister. Her moonlit eyes burned with something fragile yet unbreakable. "I see it all. And I still want to be part of it. Even if only for a little while."
