The wind began to blow.
People stood proudly.
Atop the mountain peak, a solitary Immortal stood with her hands behind her back, her unmatched beauty highlighted by the Thunder, as her flowing dress fluttered about her, like a Banished Immortal reborn.
Behind her, a young boy with a resolute face knelt on the stone platform.
"Have you come?"
"I had no choice but to come."
"A difficult secret?"
"If it is unspeakable, it will not be spoken."
His lips trembled slightly, wanting to say something, yet stopping at the brink.
His words struggled to describe something, but they helplessly gave up.
"Have you decided?"
She asked.
"I have decided."
Taking a deep breath, he replied, "Since fate has brought us to this point, why should we escape it?"
"What is fate?"
The woman puzzled.
"This moment itself is fate."