Bonesplinter Ravine [M] Viva La Vida

Machiavelli’s gaze tracked Joanna’s approach, his heart beating in a slow, muffled rhythm—distant, almost as if submerged beneath a heavy sea.

She looked ethereal, gliding toward him draped in flowers and flora that caught the moonlight in silver ripples, casting a faint glow around her form. Her face was serene, eyes closed in quiet reverie, each step imbued with a grace so effortless it seemed to belong to another world. She was smiling, soft and steady, and that faint curve in her lips tugged at something deep within him—a sharp ache in his chest, but even that was dulled, something he could only barely recognize as sorrow.