" The Centaur and the Copper Star"
"The day she lost the man she loved, the sun stopped rising in her heart. From that moment on, she wandered through the world like a soul without a sky."
The cemetery lay wrapped in silence.
Before a simple gravestone, a woman stood motionless, unable to find the strength to walk away. Time itself seemed to have stopped on the day she lost the man she loved.
Since then, nothing had ever been the same.
The days passed without meaning. The nights seemed endless, and every morning she awoke only to face the same unbearable truth: he was gone.
Slowly, she placed her hand upon the cold stone.
That coldness was the only answer she had received for months.
She had tried to endure. She had convinced herself that time would soften the pain. But time had healed nothing. Instead, it had carved the emptiness even deeper into her soul.
Every place reminded her of him.
Every memory reopened the wound.
Every sunrise felt like a sentence she had never chosen to serve.
She lifted her eyes toward the sky.
The first stars shimmered in the distance, impossibly far away, as though they belonged to a world untouched by sorrow.
For the first time, a frightening thought crossed her mind.
Perhaps she no longer had the strength to go on.
Perhaps grief had already won.
She remained there for one last moment before turning away.
She did not yet know that this would be the final night grief would rule her life.
Somewhere beyond the unseen boundary between the heavens and dreams, destiny was already preparing their meeting.