Ouroboros Spine under cloud & under star,

Agana listened in silence, her heart aching for the weight he carried. Loss had carved deep into him, taking piece after piece, until only sorrow remained. She did not speak at first, knowing that grief was not something to be answered but something to be understood.
When she did, her voice was gentle, threaded with the quiet sorrow of shared pain: „I am sorry, Rodyn,” she murmured, her gaze soft, searching his, „To love so deeply, only to have it torn from you… it is a grief no soul should bear.”
She exhaled slowly, the quiet between them heavy with meaning. „The wilds call us back, again and again, but not just to remind us of what we’ve lost,” her voice dropped to something almost reverent, „Perhaps they bring us back to show us that, despite it all, love still lingers. In memory, in the wind, in those who remain to listen.”
Agana approached him and took his palm into hers, golden eyes shone with quiet understanding, offering not solutions, but the certainty that his sorrow did not go unseen. „I am sure they are very proud of you.”