To the Moon and back, a journey so grand,

A promise whispered, a love that will stand.

In the garden where the wildflowers bloom,  

My heart whispers softly, dispelling the gloom.  

In the morning light, she rises with grace,

A warrior of warmth, in her steadfast embrace.

In the quiet of the evening, shadows softly fall,

A whisper in the silence, a memory’s gentle call.

In the quiet of the night, a whisper soft and low,

A tiny heart that never beat, a love we’ll never know.

In the quiet of the evening light,

In the world of Arkania, a once flourishing kingdom, the rain hadn't stopped since the machines took control. The skies were constantly filled with dark clouds, and the sound of raindrops hitting the rooftops echoed through the streets. The people of Arkania had long forgotten what it was like to see the sun shining down on them, to feel its warmth on their skin.