She knows not how long it takes, but eventually she finds him. He lies still and unmoving, peaceful in his slumber. She is ever so tired and wants only to rest, so she lies down beside him, tucking herself close to his body. Her fingers dance gently among the feathers of his wings before sleep lulls her softly with its song.
They rise together, the Nymph and the Angel, they rise and know no more the things of pain and suffering.
As they rise, they see the Keeper of Souls amassing creatures of the dark, intending once more to inflict his presence and power upon the world of Man. The Nymph and the Angel are greatly worried, but there is naught that they can do, and so they rise.
They leave his domain behind, and soar towards the golden skies, but both turn and see Mother Nature at war with humankind. Mother Nature brings death and destruction to Man's door, and Man in turns wields the axe and the flame. The Nymph and the Angel are greatly saddened, but there is naught that they can do, and so they rise.
They behold the realm of the sky in their eyes and see only chaos. Driven by grief and anger, Darkness lashes out against her sister and splits the realm in two. War brings flames and death to the city of angels, and Darkness seeks to cast a perpetual night over the sky. The Angel seeks frantically for his mistress, but he cannot find her. He seeks then to descend to the city, but the Nymph does not let him go. Their time is passed and there is naught that they can do, and so they must rise.
They rise above the skies and the heavens and finally discover their destination. The stars, many and bright, greet them fondly. Together, the Nymph and the Angel settle into their embrace, there to dwell for all eternity.