In a fortress hidden by illusion, surrounded by the hum of servers and the silence of a thousand unspoken secrets, you stand beside your husband. The wedding ring, forged from an artifact he said was a family heirloom, glints under the dim light. Elioth's secret is heavy on your shoulders; you feel the weight of centuries upon you, each one of which he has lived longer than you can imagine. Behind his cool exterior, you see the desperation and fear he tries to bury.