I wait beneath a weeping sky,
Days fade like breath that passes by
Months kneel and whisper your name,
Years draw near, unchanged, the same
Binding my heart in endless pain.
....
"Emery… where are you?"
The question surfaced again and again, sometimes whispered into the emptiness of her chambers, sometimes echoing silently in her mind while she cultivated, trained, or simply stared at the artificial skies of the Sanctum.
Years of waiting, of loneliness, slowly converged into a single, unavoidable realization—what had been holding her back all this time was not talent, nor effort.
It was her Dao Heart.
