Tormenting emotions, agony at the depths. Treading through the deepest of abyss, tides of harshness crashing against her. Shattering tips, one born underneath the light of the crimson moon. An existence of a curse, yet providing a moment of bliss. Stripping away that happiness, anger brewing at her core. Emotions of fleetingness, those venturing through the vast distance. Feelings growing over the passing time, everything slipping through her hands on this torturous night. Smiling of fabrication once more, drying those tears once again. Unable in speaking any longer, seeing something is troubling her. Events continuously playing inside of her mind, constantly grabbing at her. Trying so hard, the slightest of movement in maintaining her composure doing no good.

"I..." tears slowly welling in her eyes.

Hearts once soaring in the endless wind, simpleness in the presence of the other. Hostility inside of her home, incapability of reaching her father. A final chance, defeat coming at hand. Agonizing it is, powerlessness in her situation. Pleasure slipping out of her hands, wings unable in staying within the sky. That companion gazing down below, uncertainty in his action. Those eyes of two meeting with the other, both drifting further apart. Lowering her head, malevolence emanating from her body. Clenching her chest with her right hand, trembling a bit. Frustration growing, sorrow relentlessly protruding, her voice hesitating in speaking those words.

"Cyra...—" he takes a step towards her.

Coldness rushing down her spine, a night continuously inside of her mind. Two walking away from the other, patience in disappointment. Anger growing within her, hatred consuming her. One once filling with love for the worlds, despair engulfing her. Biting her lower lip, trying to contain herself. Feelings rising to the tip, unable in holding in those emotions any longer. Those eyes within his direction, sentiments pouring out, endlessly flowing. Words from the darkness coming into the light, malevolence intensifying by the moment, her soul shouting out.

"—Of course not you idiot!" she yells.

Smiling in times of yore, feelings inside of a lock. Two once soaring the distance together, in awareness on the other's preferences. Patiently waiting, years going by. That companion hiding inside of his shell, the other unable in remaining still. A night of sorrow, that bleeding light upon the two. Silence from the deity, hearing her bursting out in rage. Sentiments from her depths rising to the surface, darkness extending from the body of the young woman. Anguish, hatred, sorrow from her core. Feelings within a lock, that soul desperately fighting against the tides of harshness.

"How can I ever be fine with this...?" she questions, anger deep in her eyes.

A single drop of dew from days of yore, hitting against a lake of tranquility. Entering into the life of one from the land, pleasure in both of their experiences. Differences bringing them together, two venturing throughout the worlds. That hand of guidance towards the one of the sky, her smiling of purity. Years going by, emotions growing. Everything slipping through their hands, both walking away from the other. A night of recreation, those sentiments coming free. Anger from her expression, malevolence burning from her. Turning his attention away, naturally one never of fineness with an arrangement. Foolishness of his thinking, that much of certainty. His vision towards her, stepping in her direction. Standing there, that young woman looking at him, her sorrowful vision meeting his own. Placing a hand of gentleness on her head, those eyes of hers slightly widening. That halfbreed shifting her vision down a bit, awaiting his words.

"Then don't go through with it..." he gently speaks.

Wishing in hearing those words, such finally coming to light. Numerous years of the past, so many endless nights. Nice it is in its embracement, better it will have been within those earlier days. Slightly calming, embracing him. Wrapping his arms around her, holding her a bit tightly. That raging malevolence slowly subsiding, that devil quietly sobbing. Comforting her, those emotions finally coming after so long. That crimson moon in the night, cursing those within its path. Even so, maybe some joy existing within it, at least in this instance that is. A heart at a rest, enlightening those feelings are. One yearning for times of yore, desiring in knowing an alternative to this night of dreadfulness. At that moment, Valor and Argent scouring the area within the temple. Checking one room after the next, shouting out, trying to find Cyra.

One not answering, concern growing within the deity by the second. Signs everywhere, necessity in paying attention, wondering if she is willing in allowing Nirva in consuming her. A place capable of granting what one is desiring most, that night so long ago. Tormenting experiences, suffering day in to day out. Sinking within the depths of the abyss, smiling no longer of sincerity, his own fault in it all. Shaking away those emotions of negativity, continuously scouring those numerous rooms, trying to find his old friend. No matter of the chances, that deity willing in unveiling it. Unwillingness in letting go again, so many nights, numerous moons going by. His countless years in anguish, a chance in making things right, continuing even harder than before.

"Cyra! Where are you?!" Valor urgently calling out.

"Cyra!" Argent calling out with urgency.

Painfulness in days of yore, pleasure even further back. Two once soaring the endless distance, a flute drawing his attention towards her. Sitting down underneath that tree, blissfulness with the other. That hand of guidance, her smiling in days of the past. Mischievousness so long ago, sincerity in her actions. Rushing through a long hallway, that boy looking into one room to the next. Valor exploring the surroundings from a distance, no sign of the young woman. Tension growing, fear brewing. Argent shortly coming across a room, gazing into it. His vision resting upon a flowery field, bearing witness to the illuminating night, watching petals flowing in the wind. Amazement in it all, the freshness of the breeze. Emotions of simpleness, warmth washing over him. Turning his attention ahead, seeing Cyra and Valor in their embrace. Confusion leaving the boy, certainty in the deity's location behind him.

"Huh?"

Sentiments of the past, those yearning for the nigh impossible. An existence once of blissfulness, defeat coming, everything slipping out of her hands. A night of torment, those standing before one another. Words never reaching, walking away from the other. Years going by, recreation of the past, shouting her soul. Embracement in the other, that heart finally settling. That boy looking back, seeing Valor down the hallway. That deity trying to home in on the maiden's energy, efforts unable to identify her. Frustration growing, concern deepening, desperation extending from him.

"Damn! It's no use!" he punches the wall in frustration, a massive dent forming.

Hearts underneath the twilight, that crimson light bleeding upon the two. Flowers swaying in the breeze, petals blowing along. Emotions far within, desiring in knowing of an alternative. That chance coming into actuality, embracement of two. Argent turning his attention to the other side of the door, seeing the happiness of Cyra. Dreamlike it is, an illusion of the temple, this dawning on him. That deity and devil warning him of such, a place giving what one is desiring most. Turning in Valor's direction, quickly waving his arms in urgency.

"Valor! Over here!" Argent calling out.

Immediately looking in the direction of the boy, witnessing his signal. Distress inside the eyes of the child, certainty within the situation. One entering into a trap, a night constantly within her mind. Tormenting emotions, words inside of a lock. That bleeding light constantly within her awareness, years of agony. Unable in reaching out to another, desperation at hand. A plan coming into place, wounds of graveness within the Tower of Time. Both having a moment once again, death releasing her. Giving up her freedom, returning in saving her own. Failure coming about, a thousand years of torture.

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"She's in there!" Argent pointing to the room.

Diving into the deepest of abyss, his hand reaching towards one from so long ago. Those eyes of loneliness, drowning in her despair. Forcing onward, unwillingness in letting go. Bringing her to the surface, a moment of pleasure, death taking her once more. Release not coming, returning to the living, traveling in the depths once again. Rushing over to Argent, some time there may be. Signs everywhere, that young woman of his closest friend. Knowing better of necessity, obviousness of her behavior, yet blindness to such. Running to the side of the child, his vision towards the room.

"Huh? Where?" he looks on in confusion.

Nothingness within his vision, a room of emptiness. Confusion from the boy, feeling the gentleness of the breeze, witnessing Cyra in her embrace. Unable in understanding the reason for this, that deity incapable of seeing her. Feelings within a lock, venturing into the depths. Embracing in the bliss of Nirva, yearning for an answer so long ago. Warmth within the coldness of the night, emotions shouting out. Anger at her depths, another path so long ago. Those of closeness, meeting underneath a tree. Smiling of brightness in times of yore, petals flowing in the breeze.

"Huh? But she's right there." Argent pointing to the room again.

Turning his attention to the boy, that child gazing up at him. The severity of it all dawning on the deity, this temple intending in keeping Cyra within its clutches. A dream of endlessness, playing on her despair. Nothing more than an illusion, grimness on his face. Those going so far, years upon years of separation. Guilt throughout time, wishing to know of an alternative so long ago. Timidness in times of the past, regret clawing away at his core. Watching from a distance, confronting her after so many years. Diving into the deepest depths, leaping off the edge, grabbing hold of her hand. Pulling her to the surface, demise taking her once again. A cycle continuously repeating, even so, that god refusing in giving in.

"Tch..! Dammit! Cyra! Wake up!" Valor urgently yelling, looking to the room.

Cyra moving to arm's length, gazing into the eyes of the illusion. Gentleness upon the other, both warmly smiling at one another. Redness of the moon, its bleeding light shining upon the flowery field below. A sorrowful night turning into one of joy, emotions long hiding away. Agony tormenting, indescribable feelings. Sentiments persisting, anger boiling at her depths. One once filling with love, hatred consuming her. Resisting the influence of another, desperation coming at hand. Seeking the eternal sky, wishing for answers on this night. Letting out what has been secluding within the shadows, shouting her soul.

"Forget about the wedding. Forget about all your worries. I'll deal with this dilemma with your father." That illusion faintly smiling.

Ease from those words, wishing in hearing them for so long. Slightly looking down, holding her hands behind her back. Her heart at a rest, that message finally meeting her. Desires coming true, even if it is but an illusion. Torment throughout the years, venturing in the depths. Torturous experiences, pain upon the body. Shivering in the abyss, filth from her. Resisting the reason of another, continuously opposing. Seeking the tiniest of possibilities, that companion diving so far. Reaching his hand towards her, even so, yearning for answers on a certain night. Gaining what is resting so far within, calmness in her demeanor.

"Thank you...but..." She faintly smiles.

"Huh?" his expression of confusion on her.

Stepping away from the illusion, warmly smiling at him. Her heart finally coming free, that binding eternally grabbing at her. Niceness in embracing this bliss, even so, such not of realness. Pushing beyond, trials in place. A way in actually grabbing hold of it herself, unsettling emotions far within. Drowning in the depths, resisting the reason of others. Forcing against her enemies, selfishness guiding her path. No matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow, that young woman continuously opposing what is rationality. Bondage of her heart, chains shackling her to the land. Despite it all, pushing against those restraints, shouting her soul.

"Just once I wanted to hear that...but I know...this is an illusion." She satisfyingly states.

Embracement in the bliss of the wind, a night of horror. Yearning for answers of the past, reliving her torment. Frustration at her depths, shouting her soul. Words meeting her attention, her heart settling. Pleasure in the presence of the other, consoling of painfulness. Sentiments throughout time, another way in times so long ago. An experience not of realness, refusing in sinking into its depths. Confusion from the illusion, wondering the reason in moving away from such delightfulness. Desires coming into reality, even if it is not of actuality, her strife of eternity having an ending.

"But...you can be happy here forever, you can live the life you so want to live." That illusion distantly speaks.

Those of differing worlds, one of firmament, the other walking the land. Experiences of bliss, hearts connecting throughout the years. Times of yore, pleasantry in the presence of one another. Conflict not of seriousness, emotions steadily flowing. A dream coming apart, that one of the earth falling below. Separation for so long, that one of the sky returning, diving into the abyss. These feelings carrying throughout time, that illusion incapable of understanding her refusal. That smile of brightness upon him, unfathomable it is, happiness within torment. A temple existing in granting the desires of those most of worth, yet that young woman refusing in falling into its grasp.

"What happened that night happened...I would rather die than to live in a dream..." She holds her hand to her chest.

Chains binding the soul, that one falling back to the land. Agony incomparable, bliss for a moment. Recreation of the past, a night most torturous. Wind of pleasantry, that crimson light shining down. Petals flowing in the breeze, flowers swaying along. Words inside of a lock, coming out within an illusion. Experiences not of realness, seeking what is existing elsewhere. Calmness in her expression, those eyes of familiarity brimming in confidence. That one residing in this farce, trying to contemplate her decision. Her determination contradicting reason, yet embracing it at the same time.

"I do not understand..." his tone conflicting upon her.

Hearts soaring in those days of yore, a drop of dew hitting a lake of stillness. Ripples forming, a flute leading to the meeting of two. That tree of closeness, a field of grass constantly within her memory. Turning her vision back to the door, her eyes upon Valor and Argent, those two calling out to her. An illusion of the place she is standing within, gazing upon her old friend, that one trying so hard. Recklessness in his behavior, a happy-go-lucky clown. Even if it is but a somber morrow, that young woman continuing down this path of dreadfulness. Yearning for times of the past, wishing in making her desires into an actuality. Refusing in living a dream, her resolve towards truly making what is far within her a reality one day.

"No matter how much I will like this to be a reality. To start over...to say what was really meant this night...that can never happen. At least not now that is. Right out there...that is the reckless clown I fell in love with. Despite everything I endure, he is always there. To live in this lie, can you really call it being alive?" she looks towards the illusion of Valor.

Seeking answers on this night, torment throughout the years. Two walking away from the other, frustration at the depths. Wishing in starting over, wanting in saying those words. An illusion making it of a possibility, no matter so, such not of realness. That companion trying so hard, calling out to her, her heart residing outside of this dream. Pieces of her body, agony incomparable. Resisting the reason of others, enduring strifes of harshness. Painfulness constantly in awareness, yet one never capable of truly living in a lie. That illusion turning his attention, uncertainty on the situation. Sense of littleness, feeling the resolve of the halfbreed. Gazing upon her, her smile of gentleness. One walking in the deepest of abyss, continuously resisting those torturous tides. That will in opposing, rebelling against rationality, while also embracing it. Accepting what has been done, constantly pushing towards tomorrow.

"Despite the sorrows in my life. I have to face it head on, not run away from it—" she glances back to Valor, faintly smiling.

"—I belong out there, not in here. Even if I must fight for an eternity, at least I know...I have somewhere to return to. Even if those words are never spoken between us." She softly speaks.

"So you already know then." He faintly smiles.

"Of course...I have known him for a very long time—"

One of timidness, constantly doing his best. Embracing in the pleasure of the other, words inside of a lock. In awareness on those feelings, patiently waiting. No matter so, that one retreating into his shell. Frustration in times of the past, holding onto the smallest chance. Defeat at the hand of her father, everything riding on that night of dreadfulness. Torturous occurrences over the years, unable in reaching out. Drowning in her sorrow, wondering of an alternative. Facing towards the door, her mind at ease, that malevolence finally at a rest. An eternity of despair it may be, such of fineness. Walking down that abyss of loneliness, seeking the faintest light, in making her desires into an actuality. So long as it is of realness, it does not matter where tomorrow is leading.

"—perhaps in another life...but definitely not this one it would seem." She walks onward.