Forgive me, dearest friend, for abandoning Your digital side, as I barely held mine In this vast maritime of online paths I've taken I've lost my North Star, navigation forever forsaken

We lived behind the glass, where pixels held more warmth than flesh and bone, and the physical world was just a shadow we only half-believed in. You were my sister from another mister, carved from code and midnight laughter, the one who knew the architecture of my soul better than the strangers passing me on the street. I walked away. Just two years out of twelve— a blip in the grand campaign, a simple pause to touch the heavy, breathing earth, to chase the ghosts of bills and daylight. I thought the virtual gates would stay forever golden, that you’d be sitting by our usual fountain, waiting with an idle emote and open chat. Today I logged back in. The loading screen shimmered, cruel and bright. I found our guildhall, frozen in the amber of our past, and heard the news dropped softly like falling ash: She’s gone. Not offline for the night, or taking her own long break. Gone before I ever said goodbye, while I was busy living in the noisy world that never mattered half as much as you. Now I wander through these enchanted forests alone, where every glowing tree and cobblestone road carries the phantom echo of your voice. The magic is hollowed out. The bond is severed, left hanging in the digital wind. I feel like a ghost in a museum of us, consumed by a heavy, suffocating grief, whispering apologies into an empty server— a terrible friend, too late, too lost, forever missing my other half. I love you My comet dear please rest in peace. love wifey starry

Come over and hang out...

Thinking of you, babydoll!

I'd love to get my hands on your tail...