Immortal

In the shadow of ancient maples, where the leaves whisper mysterious stories to the winds, an immortal lurked among the loops of time. His essence was like moonlight, pale and unfathomably far from human feelings. He was the guardian of time, frozen in eternity, tortured by the silence of centuries. The days passed by him like water through his fingers, but his heart remained frozen, like a lake in a cold winter night. He glided through the time vortices like a ghost, a prisoner of his immortality. His eyes reflected thousands of stories that had gone into oblivion, and the colors of long-fading memories. He wandered among people, observing their short moments of happiness and long epochs of suffering. He saw the flame of love flare up and fade away, leaving only ashes in the emptiness of hearts. The immortal witnessed the passing of time, a current that left behind only emptiness and the shadow of the past. One day, on a foggy morning, he met a girl whose eyes were like stars in a cloudless sky. Her life passed before him like a flickering movie full of joy, suffering and unfulfilled hopes. The immortal felt that music lived in her heart, but she played softly, as if the sadness in her soul had eclipsed the light. He decided to give her a piece of his eternity, hoping that she would find in it answers to questions that even the stars are not able to illuminate. He held out his hand to her, and she took his unusual gift. But the moment her hand touched his fingers, she saw the look of eternity, she heard the silence of ages. And at that moment she felt the weight of time pressing on her shoulders, like the burden of unfulfilled dreams. The immortal left, leaving her with his gift, which turned out to be not a light in the dark, but only a reflection of her own shadows. So she became immortal in her sadness, but now she could see her life as he saw the lives of others. Her days flowed like water through her fingers, and she wandered among the shadows, feeling eternity on her, like an unfulfilled promise.