The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the ancient forest.

The wind rustled the leaves, whispering secrets of old. I could feel the chill in the air, but it wasn’t the cold that sent shivers down my spine—it was Zion's presence, so close, yet so far away.

He stared at me, his eyes dark with emotion, the kind that could drown you if you weren’t careful.

"It felt like losing a part of my soul," he whispered, voice trembling, barely holding it ...