“When I’m gone, will you be happy?”
When the patterns of destiny emerged, Epiphylia was simply filled with joy.
To her, it meant that someone, chosen by fate, would be with her for a lifetime, ending her long solitude.
“Why does it have to be you of all people to be my destiny?”
Rageios, her one and only companion, turned away as soon as he realized he was the one meant to be her destiny.
So, Epiphylia, clinging to the cliff’s edge, couldn’t bring herself to take Rageios’s outstretched hand. She sadly let go of the branch she had been holding onto.
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And three years later, Rageios met a woman who bore a striking resemblance to the deceased Epiphylia, Senaren…