I and the Witch of Time Who Seeks the Past

Prophecies of the Starry Sky (Volume 1)

Beneath the ethereal moonlight, none speak,

yet countless tides have already been told.

Time treads upon the past,

memories find clarity within the light.

Words swirl into endless vortices,

death unceasing, never-ending.

And in the end—

it is the stars that quietly record all.

...

A journey,

indescribable.

Two souls,

a single glance exchanged.

Fates tightly bound, though they were never meant to walk the same path.

At the marked beginning,

they come to understand each other’s hearts.

Suppressing tears,

they preserve the wings of time.

...

Yet,

time slips away in an instant.

Memories lose their luster.

Words decay into dust.

The underworld becomes a void of nothingness.

The stars cease to inscribe.

But still,

destiny weaves chains that cannot be severed.

Time flows backward, driving fate forward.

Thus,

brief moments scatter thoughts apart.

Orbits stretch into infinity.

Those once known vanish into the dust of the sky.

The zenith of heaven cannot hold the brilliance of the stars.

And so we murmur to ourselves without reason.

Even if the clear moonlight holds our unspoken words,

the Maiden of Ash will heal sorrow,

the Keeper of the Coffin will guard secrets,

and the Guiding Star will illuminate the path ahead.

So then—

before the dust has fallen,

the stars record in a crowded silence.