Astrid was born from the silver half of the celestial goddess's tear. Where Aurelion was warmth, Astrid was reflection. Where he was flame, she was silver light. Where he brought things to life, she watched over the things that had been lost. She inherited something different from their mother. Not her warmth. Her longing. Astrid was made to love deeply, and because she loved deeply, she was capable of grieving just as deeply. From the moment she opened her eyes, she could sense things others could not: the whispers of abandoned places, the songs of civilizations long turned to dust, and the faint memories left behind by those who had disappeared. She could feel the sorrow buried within the world. She could hear what remained after everyone else had forgotten. And Astrid loved her brother more than anything. Unfortunately... Aurelion always left. And Astrid always followed. For centuries, she remained trapped in an endless journey behind him. Whenever she believed she had finally reached her brother, she would see his golden light disappearing beyond the horizon, always just beyond her grasp. So she followed. Across mountains. Across deserts. Across forests. Across oceans. Every sunset became a promise that perhaps tomorrow she would finally catch him. Every sunrise became proof that she had failed once again. Yet Astrid never stopped. Until, after centuries of wandering, she finally chose to stop chasing him. Because she met a mortal. He was the first person who made her want to stay. The first person who didn't ask her to follow. The first person who simply wanted her. And for the first time since her creation, Astrid discovered something she had never known while endlessly pursuing her brother: a place that felt like home. She stayed. She loved. And she allowed herself to believe that perhaps her endless loneliness had finally come to an end. She did not yet know that the greatest sorrow of her existence was waiting for her. Because Astrid was destined to lose him. And when she did