🌌🍃 Meldarion 🍃🌌

Meldarion sits on a fallen tree, lost in thought. "Those mortals, they live like fireflies. And we? We are the night sky, endless, and forgotten. We do not die, and so the world dies around us. What is the worth of endless life in a world that no longer remembers your name? What does it mean to live when all that made life meaningful is gone? Do I remain out of love for this world? Or out of fear of leaving it? Is fading worse than dying? Or more merciful?"