~🖤Echoes Beneath the Marble Sky

 

Dark Romantic Tale Inspired by the Fallen Tartarian Empire

Introduction
Beneath the crumbling towers and impossible arches of a forgotten Tartarian citadel—where marble breathes, and silence weeps—a lone man walks through time’s ruins. He is not seeking glory, but something far rarer: a love that once burned like starlight amidst the dust of kings.

 

The City That Sleeps in Stone

The Empire of Tartaria had not fallen—it had vanished. Swallowed by myth, buried by jealous gods, its golden towers and impossible machines now stood cloaked in vines and silence. Lorien, a wanderer of no home but a sword and sorrow, found himself called by dreams to its gates.
There, among the rose-colored ruins, he saw her:
Selyra, the Lady of the Lost Flame.

She was not a ghost, nor fully flesh. A guardian? A remnant? A curse?
No one knew. But her eyes held the light of dying stars, and her voice was the whisper of an empire’s last hymn.

 

A Dance Among Dust

Days turned to nights, and Lorien remained. They danced among statues of forgotten kings.
She told him stories of cities that floated, of a sky filled with domes that sang.
And he told her nothing—only stared.
 

 Because he knew: he was falling. Deeply. Tragically. Irrevocably

 

Her Secret

One evening, beneath a sapphire moon, she confessed:
"I am bound to this land. My love... is my prison. Every man who loved me chose to die in these ruins, hoping to free me."
She turned away, but he stepped closer.
"Then let my love be different," he whispered.
"Let it not free you... but awaken you."

 

The Awakening

The ruins began to tremble. The old Tartarian engines groaned with buried breath. The citadel came alive again—not through machines, but through the love they made beneath the stars.
But the gods grew jealous.

  

The Curse Returns

On the seventh night, thunder broke the heavens. The empire began to collapse once more. She screamed as marble towers fell.
"Run!" she begged.
He held her tighter.
"I came for you. Not for escape."

 

Dust and Devotion

He was found among the ruins.
Alive. Alone.
Clutching a ring of obsidian.
They say he wanders the forgotten cities still, building her again from memory, from dust, from ache.

 

The Love That Was

Some ruins echo louder than others.
And in the place once called Tartaria, if you listen carefully at dusk…
You can hear her laughter.
And his weeping.
Together.

 

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