Ouroboros Spine words are water, I am the moon

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He had returned once, only to turn away again. They had happiness here, a new generation to raise in the ways of the village. Children to bring delight to anaa's face, to erase any sorrows his sudden departure and disappearance had wrought her. Stratos had thought himself noble when he had gone in search of Ani. Abandoning family, friends, to ensure her safe return.

But he had never found her.

He would have given the world for her. Even after her near drowning - even after her movements were no longer her own - he had loved her. He was sure he had, and the drive to find her had grown in her absence. In the memories of who he'd known her to be - though he knew he had known so very little, and yet, he had given her everything.

But how would she ever know?

He had never found her, and had lost himself along the way.

Foolish.

Selfish.

Yet here he waited under the pale moonlight, in silence, as his life had long been. Returning to the place that had first made him.

Hoping, perhaps, he might find something to remake him again.