Arkha and Lumina

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Photos:Kitsurainne, Loquatio, ReallyOZ, and myself
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i have been working on this lore for a very long time, i wanted something different and meaningful for these two. i hope you guys enjoy!

Their first conversation began as a debate.
Arkha claimed the stars revealed where one was destined to go. Lumina countered that the tides remembered everywhere one had already been. Neither won. By the end of the week they had become inseparable. Arkha charted the heavens. Lumina preserved the world below. One searched for tomorrow. The other safeguarded yesterday.
Together they jokingly called themselves "The Horizon"—the place where sea and sky only appear to end.

Long before either of their curses had fully awakened, Lumina took Arkha's hand and made a promise.
"If you forget, I'll remember."

"And if you lose yourself?" Lumina laughed softly.

"Then you'll remind me who I was."

Neither realized fate intended for both promises to be tested.
Lumina noticed the changes before anyone else. Arkha began forgetting small things first. The smell of rain. The name of a flower. The face in the worn photograph she carried everywhere. One afternoon Arkha quietly asked,
"Why do I keep this picture?"

Lumina looked at it for a long moment before answering.
"Because someone in it loved you very much."

She could never bring herself to say that the woman in the photograph was Arkha herself. As the years passed, Arkha introduced herself to Lumina over and over again. Some mornings she remembered her name. Others she only smiled politely and asked if they had met. Lumina answered every time as though it were the first.
When Arkha chose to carve her celestial maps into the hull of her ship before the Fade consumed her completely, Lumina remained at her side. Arkha no longer remembered the constellations she had once taught. So Lumina read them aloud from Arkha's own notes. She no longer remembered why the ship mattered. So Lumina reminded her every dawn.
One evening Arkha looked toward the stars with gentle, unfamiliar eyes.
"Have we met before?"

Lumina smiled through tears.
"Many times."

"I'm glad we did."
For just a heartbeat, her old laugh returned. Lumina treasured that sound for the rest of her life.
After Arkha's passing, Lumina remained the guardian of her friend's legacy. But centuries do not spare the Nythari. The Deepening slowly claimed her. She began remembering lives that were never hers. She spoke to strangers as though they were friends from forgotten kingdoms. Sometimes she would stand beside Arkha's empty ship, carrying on long conversations with no one at all. She could no longer tell where her memories ended and Arkha's began. When confusion overwhelmed her, she opened the oldest of her journals and read its first line aloud.
"Today you were Arkha."

Then she placed a hand over her heart and whispered,
"Today... I am Lumina."

Until one day, even those words drifted away with the tide.

When the stars forget, the sea remembers.
When the sea is lost, the stars guide it home