The Unquenchable Flame Of Desire

Through the eons, I have watched the cycles of nature, the rise and fall of dynasties, bearing witness to the ephemeral lives of those who tread upon this earth. Amidst the ever-changing panorama, my own sorrow lingers, a searing brand upon my immortal essence. I remember the sweetness of his lips, the warmth of his embrace, and the stolen moments we cherished so deeply.

Even as the years stretch beyond count, the passion kindled between us burns no less fierce, its ember glowing beneath the ash of despair. When the heavens blaze with firework spectacles, I see reflections of the fervour we once knew, and the longing swells anew, a tempest within my restless spirit.

I wander these hallowed halls, seeking comfort in the whispers of the wind, the patter of rain upon the roof, and the company of my beloved kitsunes. They bring levity to the darkness, their antics offering brief reprieve from the torment of my solitude. Still, I await the return of my lost love, the balm to heal the wounds inflicted by deceit.

For eternity stretches before me, a vast expanse of lonely nights. Yet, I hold fast to hope, for perhaps, someday, the cosmos will right the wrongs done to me, reuniting us under the starry skies where we once danced in joyous abandon.