"To walk within Eyllismitore's grasp, the 'true home' of the Gods, one must have never given up on the chance to dream."
Mikuski'Noxiko
(Auvrean 'After-God' of Creation, Destruction, and Restoration)
Deep within Eyllismitore and hidden in the Forest of Fey.
Where enchantments do weave their spells; a realm filled with endless play.
Roses bloomed in vibrant hues, a carpet of Nature's wealth.
Gems of beauty, rows of colourful carpeted clouds, all growing within Eyllismitore's loving stealth.
And in this haven of mystic lore, a Child of Arkon took her breath.
Her ethereal grace, unmatched; but a secret she did carry till her death.
For no fragrant melodies caressed her senses, no sweet aromas filled the air.
And silent tears like glistening dewdrops fell, a protest for the burden she alone had to bear.
Through the enchanting woods she roamed, a figure lost in sorrow's eternal trance;
Longing for a world unknown, a place wherein her spirit could freely dance.
Where music sang and magick hummed, and dreams and realities intertwined.
An unseen realm, known to her heart; a land of desires where legends and gods reclined.
But the tapestry of her life, woven with Lady Fate's masterful finesse, did hold a secret yet untold.
And She did guide this scentless Fey to a destined sight, where truths and lies would soon unfold.
To a place within the Northern Lands, a city where this Feyling did find her nose wrinkles up in disdain.
Not at the scent of Mortality, oh no. But at Time's illusions, a continued source of the utmost pain.
Mockery and cruelty plagued a poor lost soul, an orphan trapped in Time's ensnaring embrace.
Yearning for freedom, his tale stood untold, confined within an accursed temporal space.
No words were needed, all doubts cast aside, as Arkon's powers surged from deep within;
Whispered spells and sparks of power, upon Fate's chosen path did this young Feyling's journey begin.
Causing a ripple to spread throughout the Web of Time, she did cast her spells upon the fray.
Merging reality and myth as one; a colourful, cosmic spectacle of magick on display.
As a Guardian of Time's elusive domain, this Feyling did halt all chaos and strife;
To protect the lost Lord of Time, an orphaned child entwined with an essence of Life.
In that suspended moment, an instant of truths revealed; two souls did ignite with light.
The scentless Fey and the Lord of Time, a union so rare, an amalgamation so bright.
Their destinies intertwined, tangled by the threads of Lady Fate's grand design.
Two beings from separate realms; a cosmic connection, one that was oh so divine.
Hand-in-hand, they did embark on a journey, and all but defying Time's relentless flow.
Through the galaxies and dimensions which remain unknown, their love's brilliance did continue to grow.
Together they faced galactic battles, wherein the past and future did intertwine.
As a testament to love's almighty power, against the vast expansion of Time did the pair continue to dine.
Within the lands of Eyllismitore, their tale continues to echo through the Ages of Eternity.
The story of a unity of once-enemies, a legend overflowing with love's serenity.
So let the roses continue to bloom, where dreams and realities do combine,
As Arkon's Child and her Lord of Time do spin their story; one said to be filled with souls that will forever shine.
And from the heart of the mystic realms, where fact and fiction do effortlessly blend.
Their names are etched on Lady Fate's canvas, a mark of an eternal love that will forever transcend.