Chapter 39
Vastion
Later that night, we made love in bed with a slow, sensuous desperation.
Every sensation felt heightened, unbound from the predator’s chill.
There were no tricks, no immortal power to force the release; only two frail, human bodies intertwined, writhing in sweat and needful moans.
When another climax finally claimed us, it was otherworldly.
I hadn’t known what I was chasing when I sought the cure, but now I felt a giddy, youthful delight in this rebirth.
I marveled at the way a single bite of fruit exploded in a riot of flavors.
My heart no longer just existed; it fluttered at the mere sight of my wife.
Even the kiss of the ocean breeze felt like a beautiful gift against my skin.
It was like waking from a centuries-long slumber to find a world teeming with color.
I closed my eyes, a sudden, hot pressure prickling my lashes.
For the first time in an epoch, I didn’t fear the silence; instead, I welcomed the darkness.
I reached out for the dreamscape, that vast, unending field of imagination that had been a hollow void for centuries.
How I longed to see those distant shores once more, familiar again, yet made anew through mortal eyes.