Some say they still walk those borderlands today—Eralin carving truth into stone, Meralin singing questions into the wind. And if you listen closely at the hour when lamplight meets starlight, you can hear them both, arguing gently, laughing sometimes, still remembering they were once the same star.
Neither has won. Neither has lost. And maybe—just maybe—that is the point. eralin and meralin
Meralin answered: “The feeling. For without it, the promise is only noise.” Some say they still walk those borderlands today—Eralin