In the Kingdom of Mists, Aria reached out her hand.
Wilfred grasped it.
And in a burst of white, pure light, their silhouettes dissolved together, becoming stardust, becoming breath.
Two souls united, free forever, where night no longer exists.
At dawn, Roy, Van, and the grandmother found Aria lying in the field of white roses.
She was no longer breathing.
Her body rested peacefully, hands crossed on her chest, a slight smile on her lips.
Her closed eyes still seemed to be dreaming.
Roy fell to his knees, frozen. Van looked away, broken.
And the grandmother, silently, approached, placing a hand on her still-warm forehead.
— She has gone… where he was waiting for her.
They dug a grave, right next to the cursed king's.
Not far from the garden where the white roses danced.
On the stone, they engraved:
"Aria, light of shadows."
"Here lie two hearts bound by silence and eternity."
The grandmother knelt down, eyes closed, and whispered a final prayer:
— May your souls reunite where time fades away...
May no fear ever separate you again.
And may your love… become memory.
A gentle breeze swept through the flowers.
And the two graves, side by side, seemed to breathe peace.
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✧ Epilogue ✧
Some say that sometimes, at twilight, two silhouettes walk through the fields, hand in hand.
A king without a throne.
A girl with flowers in her hair.
And that in the evening wind, if you listen closely...
> You can still hear the echoes of a forgotten song.