Yarin's POV:
The departure of the goddess was silent and effortless, and my attempts to grasp anything were futile.
A gentle breeze passed, and the garden's lotuses quietly withered, creating a rain of colorful petals floating down gracefully.
I covered my heart, feeling a new rhythm pulsating within it. The sense of emptiness and loss overwhelmed me, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
I knew that we, the werewolf pack, and I had permanently lost a precious treasure.
The goddess's departure was like the last ray of moonlight before dawn, selflessly offering all her brilliance to the world, leaving only a hint of reluctance, and then quietly departing.
This eternal night garden lost its owner from then on, leaving only lonely branches and withered leaves witnessing its past glory.
Spil nudged me with its furry head and said, "Don't cry. The goddess has just left, but she will return one day."
