Every morning he would open his eyes only to surrender to darkness once, longing for the comforting embrace of night to envelop him again. She would rise from their shared bed, her silver dress swirling around her like a glimmering waterfall, transforming her into a radiant diamond dancing in the light.


As she departed, she left behind a sweet imprint in his hair and a whisper of warmth on his lips. Each night, this enchanting tableau would play out as they drifted into slumber- two moments woven from the same fabric yet imbued with different shades of emotion. These vivid images embodied the essence of his existence. They were the reason he drew breath. He had been destined to find her, to uncover the delicate meanings of tenderness and love within her embrace.


Tom marveled at the profound gratitude swelling within him, for despite the shadows cast by his past misdeeds, life had bestowed upon him such a luminous gift.


Countless evenings were spent wrapped in one another’s presence, where Tom would regale her with tales of his wild escapades, while A-01 unveiled the wonders of the Plersizians- past discoveries and future ambitions alike. They had unlocked the secrets to breathe life into the inanimate, reviving instruments from decay and death, watching as they blossomed anew in vibrant splendor. Such remarkable revelations that, in mere theory, would spark laughter among narrow-minded humans.


The Plersizians were a marvel of existence, and with every passing moment, Tom’s resolve solidified : he wished to remain in this ethereal place, forever entwined with her. Should death come knocking, he would welcome it, wanting nothing more than to face it at her side.