I measured the years by the turning of the heavens,
By silver eclipses and wandering constellations,
By the slow procession of star-signs
Across the velvet tapestry of night.

The sky spoke of your absence first.

Ancient lights shifted in their courses,
Celestial omens whispered through the dark,
And every constellation seemed incomplete,
A legend missing its brightest star.

Still, I waited.

I watched moons wax and wane above distant kingdoms,
Watched comets blaze across forgotten realms,
Watched the great Zodiac Wheel turn and turn,
Dragon into Stag,
Phoenix into Serpent,
Wolf into Crown,
Its eternal dance unfolding overhead.

Yet I kept your place beside me.

Others called it folly,
This devotion to a promise carried on starlight,
But I knew what the heavens knew:

Some destinies wander.

They do not break.

And then one night,
Beneath a luminous moon whose silver light
Poured across crystal towers and sleeping mountains,
You returned.

Not with the thunder of prophecy fulfilled,
Nor the triumph of a conqueror's march,
But with the quiet certainty of fate
Finally finding its path home.

"My Moon," you whispered,
The name you had always given me,
Gentle as moonlight upon enchanted waters.

And something ancient stirred within my soul.

"My Star," I answered,
For what else could I call the light
That had guided me through every darkened year?

The heavens seemed to hold their breath.

The constellations gathered like silent witnesses,
The River of Stars shimmered above us,
And the celestial wheel glowed bright upon the horizon,
As though the sky itself rejoiced.

I understood then:

Love had never abandoned us.

It had been traveling.

Crossing unseen realms,
Threading its way through fate's hidden passages,
Moving through mysteries written among the stars,
Toward a moment neither time nor distance could deny.

The heavens had been weaving our paths together all along.

Now your hand finds mine
As naturally as starlight finds the night,
And I rest beside you
As naturally as the Moon belongs to the sky.

You call me Moon.

I call you Star.

And between us stretches an endless cosmos,
Filled with constellations, omens, and celestial wonders;

Two souls written into the same prophecy,
Separated by time,
Guided by the heavens,
And reunited at last
Beneath the stars that never forgot our names.

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 1st of Omeian, in the year 19 AC.