October 7, 22,480 B.F.P

Three years have passed since the revelation that unveiled the shared truth about my brother and Luseiru, the moon elf—a truth that reshaped the contours of our lives and set us on divergent paths. In the wake of that revelation, a storm of emotions and resolutions unfurled, culminating in a confession that was both inevitable and agonizing.

With a heart that beat with a blend of trepidation and hope, I summoned the courage to confess my affections to Luseiru. It was a moment steeped in vulnerability, where the words I spoke bared the depths of my feelings. Yet, the response that echoed through the corridors of my heart was a resounding rejection, a symphony of disappointment and heartache.

In this juncture of unrequited love, the echoes of my confession reverberate with a weight that carries a dual significance. It signifies my willingness to confront my emotions head-on, to cast aside the shadows of doubt, and to declare the truth that resides within me. And yet, it also symbolizes the stark reality of my brother's victory—a victory that extends beyond our shared affections and reaches into the very core of our beings.

My brother, Kodron, has emerged triumphant in this complex tapestry of emotions. His love for Luseiru has found a reciprocal echo within her heart, sealing a bond that I could not forge. The irony that tinges this narrative is inescapable—the very woman who has guided him toward the path of redemption, the same woman who stands as the embodiment of my desires, is now the bridge that unites him with his better self.

In this solitary moment, as I inscribe my thoughts upon these pages, the emotions I wrestle with are a blend of resignation and acceptance. The truth that reverberates within my heart is that love, like fate, can be both unpredictable and merciless. The echoes of my confession, though rejected, have not fallen upon deaf ears. They have become a part of the fabric of our shared history, a history woven with threads of love and rivalry, of victory and defeat.

In the face of this unrequited affection, my resolve remains steadfast. Though my heart may bear the weight of disappointment, I shall not allow it to shatter my spirit. The journey ahead is an uncertain one, filled with the echoes of a love unattained and the dawning of a new era shaped by the love that was. And through it all, I shall stand as a witness to this narrative, a narrative that bears testament to the complexity of the Worzien heart and the intricacies of the bonds that bind us all.