Once upon a time…
Drawn from: null, last moments before parting with a friend for a long time. Told in English.
In a time when grand cities gleamed in the sun and mighty roads stretched across vast lands, two friends stood on a hill overlooking a sprawling valley. One was a warrior, known for his swift sword and noble heart, and the other a poet, whose words could dance like flames.
The day had come for the warrior to leave on a journey to distant lands. The poet, with a heavy heart, handed him a carved amulet, saying, "Take this, so my words may guard you." The warrior smiled, gripping it tightly.
As the sun dipped low, shadows chased their feet. The warrior spoke of adventures untold, battles yet to be fought, and the poet listened, engraving each word in memory. There were promises of return, laughter echoing between them like a song.
Finally, they embraced, the poet whispering, "Return when the stars guide your path." With a nod, the warrior turned, his silhouette fading into the horizon. The poet watched until dusk embraced the land, knowing their bond would bridge any distance, come what may.
Did it land?