In the Garden of Dreams, two figures rested beneath the boughs of a giant tree.
From afar, they looked like a painting of paradise; a beautiful, dark-haired goddess and a handsome, white-haired god, resting in the intimacy of a world built for two.
For Sunny, this was, without a doubt, the best day of his existence.
He lay with his head on Nyx's lap, his eyes closed, drifting in the space between consciousness and sleep.
Nyx's fingers moved rhythmically through his hair, massaging his scalp with a tenderness that unraveled all of his stress.
It was a thing he hadn't known he needed, a human comfort that felt more valuable than a mountain of Faith.
"Your Majesty..." Nyx whispered, her voice breaking the silence.
She looked down at his relaxed face. Despite spending eighty years together in the simulation of Endor, creating cities and living a mortal life, she suddenly felt a pang of distance.
