[Between Day and Night]
Between the endless horizon where the blazing sun and the silver moon shared the same sky, two figures stood together, bare feet pressed gently against the warm desert sands, with no wind and no sound.
Only eternity itself surrounded them. Malik Saqira gazed toward the endless horizon, a gentle smile resting upon her lips.
"Are you happy now...my beloved?"
A familiar warmth answered her; soft footsteps approached across the golden sand. She turned, and standing before her...was the woman she had lived through lifetimes for.
Malika Ninsara.
The First Mother of Zahryssar.
Her long hair shimmered beneath both the sunlight and moonlight, while her eyes remained as gentle as the day they had first met.
Ninsara smiled, not the smile of a queen, not the smile of a legend, simply...the smile of a wife. She closed the distance between them and, without hesitation...she gently held Saqira's hands, her fingers intertwined with hers as naturally as breathing.
