When the moon learns to weep

They said her fire should die, so her world around her tried to dim it.

Seraphie Elowen was born of flame, and Leoren Thorne was born of light.
Their souls were never meant to meet.
Yet doomed to unravel the same fading world.

When her heart stills his realm fractures. When his light wains, her fire falters.

And as the day forgets how to rise,
And night forgets how to fall.
Their powers could be the last thing that holds this world together.