Forgetting the World, Lost in Dust

Sparse shadows slant across clear, shallow water; a faint fragrance drifts beneath the moon at dusk...

Dressed in white, he moved with an ethereal grace, his name renowned throughout the land. He spent his life saving countless people, yet for him, he overturned his sacred reputation and stepped into a life of bloodshed.

He bit back his pain and bore every cost, all so the world might accept them.

Adorned in resplendent blue, he looked down upon all creation and was beloved by the people. He showed no mercy on the battlefield, yet for him, he gave up his kingdom and withdrew from the world.

With a bewitching smile, he let rivers of blood flow, all to ease the worries in his heart.

This love, could it have become a cherished memory?

And yet, even then, they were already lost.