Red Soul, White Beloved₊˚ෆ

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In eternal twilight, a wandering red soul, Seeks its beloved, a white soul, in every life. Across cycles, in a constant dance they stroll, Their destinies entwined, stitched by the strife.

The red soul, aflame like the sun’s fierce fire, Traverses paths, chasing the faintest trace. In each incarnation, its quest never tires, Guided toward the white, its purest embrace.

The white soul, serene as a calm moon’s glow, Fades and renews, oblivious to the past. Its eyes search for red, in each new tableau, A fleeting encounter, love forever miscast.

In the Age of Heroes, they were fierce lovers, In Reborn Rome, they met in bustling squares. In the Pirate Era, docks witnessed their covers, And in the Machine Age, their souls interweave.

Red and white, opposing poles they stand, Bound by an unseen thread, unbreakable bond. In each life, they seek, yearn, hand in hand, Until time surrenders, uniting them beyond.

Thus continues the dance, souls intertwined, Red chasing white, white waiting for red. In each existence, a chance anew designed, For hearts to reunite, petals softly shed.

And so, across time’s vastness and eternity, The red soul persists, seeking its white mate, While the white soul waits, with patience and glee, For a reunion transcending life’s finite state.