Watching her from above, seeing her glancing around in her two-dimensional version of this reality, she had to be sent to this unknown place, her memories wiped completely from her own world, to make her believe it's real—though it is real, it shouldn't be for her.
I see my love, my only hope and reason for living, become so sad and uncomfortable. I wish I could come down to take her away and have her back in my arms once again, but she has to go through this.
She has to make amends for her mistakes. I know she will forever try to escape this hardened shell, but she must live the life she was thrown into and learn from her mistakes in order to truly become my divine wife once again.
Our story is long, and history told and spoken for millennia's won't be able to grasp the intimate relationship between a lost soul of a human who once cultivated herself into immortality to be with the one who craved her the most.
She once sat calmly next to me on a throne and laughed with me among the clouds. She enjoyed many things with me, from gazing at the world as we looked from above—the stars being our telescopes—to watching everything, seeing all. With her by my side, the world would not hurt, the ground would not shake, deadly storms were no longer a thing of the mortal realm. Life above was as holy and glamorous as it should be, and hers was as well. Time passed differently for us: 100 years in the mortal realm is only 1 day here.
Many years had passed, and I remained in silence, waiting for her arrival, knowing she would come to me, yet she would not know the future that we will hold and rule together. She won't know how great she is or that her purpose is to exist solely for me and the better livelihood of both mortal and divine realms. She was foreseen to be my unique medication to cure my emptiness, which was far more complex than anything could imagine. Without her is to be without me; without me is only darkness. Only I would remain after chaos settled—what a lonely, lonely cycle—when she stayed by my side obediently and contentedly.
The pink and purple, ripe skies would glisten, and every single star would shine at the sound of her voice. She was my first, my only, my sun and my moon. But you know that thousands and thousands of years would commit such a horrible crime. She broke the heavenly laws.
She flew down to the mortal realm. She would drink and play until the moon was gone, then come home. I thought her curiosity would die off eventually, but she became more and more disobedient. She would run away from "home" more often than not. As I watched her play through the stars, I couldn't help but notice she eventually didn't want to leave the mortal realm. And she slowly started to fall in love. I did not know what to do aside from letting her be, until the day she sacrificed her own life in the mortal realm, triggering the reverse effect of the seven tribulations. She would have to live out every possible emotion in order to return by my side. Since she was the one who deceived me for a mortal—though I am her own husband and king—I still would not be able to stop this process of yin and yang. My only hope is that she willingly returns to my side. Now she is a mortal and has no power or memory of me, her true place, or her past. My only hope was to gift her sweet dreams overnight of a life well lived with me—a glimpse of her past self and joyful nature as my queen—until the day we meet again, my heart will not possibly beat, and the world has sadly filled with thunder, lightning, rain, and more. The earth would shake, and hearts would be torn, blood shall be shed without her here.
My mind is lost. I hope she will pass this tribulation and give me an explanation of why she lashed out.
Years have continued to pass.
To be continued...