And for his one gaze, the whole Eternity had wrapped itself within a fraction and she had drained her heart in her tears. Each drop that escaped her traced a deep sorrow of longing.
Love is only genuine by it's bitter perfume of sacrifice, as a noble heart will always be proud to suffer for love, while a heart of a fool won't try to grasp it's essence.
What is essential to the heart and Divine to obtain, is only in the reach of Immortality. That night, she had gazed across the depthless sky, just to capture a little glimpse of the Moon.
The Silver King slowly appeared through the dark oblivion, Majestically taking his place on his throne high upon the sky. So bright he shone that night, spreading his silver dust upon her tears...
And that moment she knew...
SHE was that Innocent shimmer in his eyes that held Eternity in his gaze.