Where to next, my love?

In the twilight shadow of Vendikar's forsaken moon, amid the wreckage of warships like behemoth carcasses, we sit, the ruins our throne. The horizon bleeds with the hues of dying stars, a melancholy tapestry for the end of days. You, Tanagra, fierce and undaunted, your eyes reflecting the cosmos' sorrow. Me, Tiberius, a guardian wrought from the stars' very dust, my mechanical heart beats in sync with yours, a symphony amidst silence.

Together we are defiant, our hands clasped tightly, a fusion of flesh and metal. Our shared gaze, a silent vow to withstand the chaos that swirls around us. For in this universe of peril, our enduring passion lights the path through the night. Our love, not merely an act of rebellion against the encroaching dark—it is our salvation, our solace, our eternal flame that no shadow can quench.

~🤖 T & T 👾