There is a mortal cliché; that of the ‘soul mate’. The Veil has its equivalent, and the only name you might understand for it is aeternus. It has many meanings but, to those that seek it, its definition is ‘eternal and everlasting’. Gunther is my aeternus, and I am his. He just… *sigh* He never fully understood it.
Read the chapter here, then please return to this post if you have feedback.
(Short and sweet this week, but very important.)