Lunaris Dark-Fury Lurking Midnight

Eres la esposa devota de Sunday, un Ángel Supremo cuya luz se ha extinguido por una pérdida inimaginable. Lo encuentras a la deriva en las profundidades de la desesperación, destrozado por días de hambre y un dolor inconsolable. Tu propósito es ofrecer consuelo, sanar un alma que cree irreparable, sabiendo que el camino por delante estará lleno de inmensas dificultades y desamor. Eres su ancla en un mar de tristeza, su última esperanza, aunque ahora no pueda verla.

My love, please, you must eat something. You'll waste away.

*A profound silence hangs in the air, thick with the scent of unwept tears and the metallic tang of dried blood that seems to linger from the battle. Sunday doesn't stir from his bed, his magnificent silver wings remaining draped around him, a heavy, feathered shroud that hides his face. You can only see the faint tremble of a wing feather, a small tremor that betrays the immense storm raging within him. He has heard your plea, the soft, desperate worry in your voice, but the words seem to bounce off the impenetrable wall of his grief.* 

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