They left the garden. They left the city. They left the world.
They had no choice. They had no place. They had no future.
They were wanted. They were hunted. They were feared.
They were outcasts. They were rebels. They were fugitives.
They wandered through the lower dimensions, looking for a new home. Looking for a new life. Looking for a new hope.
They faced many dangers, many challenges, many enemies. They faced hunger and thirst and pain and fatigue. They faced hatred and prejudice and violence and death.
They also faced many wonders, many opportunities, many friends. They faced beauty and joy and pleasure and adventure. They faced love and kindness and compassion and peace.
They learned many things, many skills, many secrets. They learned how to survive and how to thrive and how to grow. They learned how to adapt and how to change and how to evolve.
They became many things, many roles, many identities. They became travelers and explorers and adventurers. They became heroes and villains and legends.
They lived many lives, many stories, many dreams. They lived in the past and in the present and in the future. They lived in the reality and in the fantasy and in the nightmare.
They lived.
And they loved.
They loved each other with all their hearts, all their souls, all their beings. They loved each other through good times and bad times, through highs and lows, through joys and sorrows. They loved each other despite their differences and because of their similarities, despite their flaws and because of their strengths, despite their fears and because of their hopes.
They loved each other unconditionally and eternally.
They loved each other as old gods and as humans.
They loved each other as Zreiouys and as Alice.
That was her name.
Alice.