"You aren't an ordinary shaman," Dahlia said, her voice laced with awe and confusion as she studied Lena's serene expression. "Are you... perhaps a fairy? Or even a goddess?"
Lena's lips curled into a gentle smile, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "You could say I am someone who weaves destinies," she replied, her voice calm yet powerful. "Dahlia, I have seen many souls pass through the tapestry of this world, but rarely do I encounter a love as selfless and pure as yours—shared equally between two hearts."
Dahlia's eyes widened, her heart racing as Lena continued.
"With that, I grant you my blessing to remain here in this world, where your love can flourish," Lena said, her tone reverent. "But this will be our last meeting. My purpose here is fulfilled, and soon I will take on a new form, one unknown to you or anyone else."
Dahlia felt a pang of sadness but also a profound gratitude. "Will I ever know if it's you again?" she asked softly.