Till Ruin Do Us Part

We were told that love was a home built for two; a place where days grew gentler, years acquired new meaning, and memories became the little bricks of a life built together. We were told that if you loved someone enough, even the most ordinary moments would one day become treasures, things you wouldn't trade for anything in the world. And she believed it. She believed that, one day, she would build a life worth remembering. Laughter only the two of them understood. Silences that never needed to be broken. Hands finding each other in the dark. Promises that made the future seem like somewhere safe to go. They made memories, never knowing that some memories begin to destroy the future long before they become part of the past. No one had told her about the moment a memory stops being a place to return to and becomes a way out of which there is no escape. When an old laugh echoes in your mind, but you can no longer bring yourself to join it. When a place that once sheltered you becomes somewhere you can barely bear to think about. When the face that once brought you peace remains in your mind, yet there is no way left to reach it. Perhaps love was never quite what they had imagined. Perhaps it was only the ruin it could leave behind that no one thought to mention. Now, she was falling through whatever remained of the life they had built. Not all at once, but slowly, silently, with every memory that returned. The past seemed to be slipping out of its frames, one piece at a time, no longer content to rest quietly in her mind. It had begun to pull her under. Her tears were no longer only for the person she had lost. They were for the person she had been before, too; the one who could still imagine a future without fear. For all those moments she had once called happiness, and which now hurt too much to touch. Beneath her, a dark abyss had opened its mouth. It was endless, merciless, and strangely familiar. She couldn't tell whether the darkness had begun when the relationship ended or much earlier, in all the moments she had abandoned pieces of herself just to keep it alive. She only knew that the harder she fought to save her memories, the deeper she sank into them. Perhaps some people never truly leave us. Perhaps they simply disappear from our lives, leaving behind something we no longer know how to live with. And perhaps ruin does not always begin with something breaking. Sometimes, it begins with loving something we once believed would save us. In the distance, the memories still floated, colorful and beautiful, just beyond her reach. As though nothing had changed. As though the laughter were still real, the promises still held, and the life they had imagined was still waiting somewhere for her. But she could no longer reach it. And in the silence growing deeper around her, one question remained unanswered: If love was supposed to part us only in death, what happens when what remains between us outlives death itself?

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In The Light

You were slow once. You took half a billion years to build the spiral on your back, one turn at a time, and the spiral was enough, it held everything you were. Then you learned to make the spiral turn faster than your own body, and something came out of that speed that still looks like you. Same antennae. Same way of touching the world before seeing it. But the wings are new, and nature had no part in them. Now the speed is around you, in orbit, and you call it home because you have no other. You kept the memory. The question is whether the memory kept you. © 2026 Corina Daniela Obertas. All rights reserved. The soundtrack, "Adagio to Uprising", was created by the artist with AI tools and is covered by a valid commercial license. It is part of the work and follows the same terms as the video. License for the collector: the copyright of this video stays with the artist. Buying this NFT gives you ownership of the token and a personal, non-commercial license to the video. You can keep it, play and display it for personal purposes, show it in your online and virtual galleries with credit to the artist, and sell, trade, gift or transfer the NFT. When the NFT is transferred, the license passes to the new owner. You may not: - use the video, or any frame, still or audio taken from it, on merchandise, products or packaging - use it in advertising, promotion or any commercial project - mint it again, or mint copies, frames or derivatives of it, on any blockchain or platform - modify it, cut it, edit it, extract frames or audio for new works or create derivative works from it - use it to train or feed artificial intelligence models - license, sublicense or rent the video or its soundtrack to others - register it, or any frame of it, as a trademark, logo or brand element - claim authorship of the work or remove the artist's name

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Chapter II - The One Who Saw Them

He saw them. He wasn’t supposed to. Frozen, his memories about to disappear, a golden light saved him. But why did she save him? And what would it cost her? The Last Sânziana. Ten chapters. One forgotten legend.

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Till Ruin Do Us Part

We were told that love was a home built for two; a place where days grew gentler, years acquired new meaning, and memories became the little bricks of a life built together. We were told that if you loved someone enough, even the most ordinary moments would one day become treasures, things you wouldn't trade for anything in the world. And she believed it. She believed that, one day, she would build a life worth remembering. Laughter only the two of them understood. Silences that never needed to be broken. Hands finding each other in the dark. Promises that made the future seem like somewhere safe to go. They made memories, never knowing that some memories begin to destroy the future long before they become part of the past. No one had told her about the moment a memory stops being a place to return to and becomes a way out of which there is no escape. When an old laugh echoes in your mind, but you can no longer bring yourself to join it. When a place that once sheltered you becomes somewhere you can barely bear to think about. When the face that once brought you peace remains in your mind, yet there is no way left to reach it. Perhaps love was never quite what they had imagined. Perhaps it was only the ruin it could leave behind that no one thought to mention. Now, she was falling through whatever remained of the life they had built. Not all at once, but slowly, silently, with every memory that returned. The past seemed to be slipping out of its frames, one piece at a time, no longer content to rest quietly in her mind. It had begun to pull her under. Her tears were no longer only for the person she had lost. They were for the person she had been before, too; the one who could still imagine a future without fear. For all those moments she had once called happiness, and which now hurt too much to touch. Beneath her, a dark abyss had opened its mouth. It was endless, merciless, and strangely familiar. She couldn't tell whether the darkness had begun when the relationship ended or much earlier, in all the moments she had abandoned pieces of herself just to keep it alive. She only knew that the harder she fought to save her memories, the deeper she sank into them. Perhaps some people never truly leave us. Perhaps they simply disappear from our lives, leaving behind something we no longer know how to live with. And perhaps ruin does not always begin with something breaking. Sometimes, it begins with loving something we once believed would save us. In the distance, the memories still floated, colorful and beautiful, just beyond her reach. As though nothing had changed. As though the laughter were still real, the promises still held, and the life they had imagined was still waiting somewhere for her. But she could no longer reach it. And in the silence growing deeper around her, one question remained unanswered: If love was supposed to part us only in death, what happens when what remains between us outlives death itself?

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