In the whispering stillness of the ancient forest, under a full moon so bright it turned the treetops to silver, Polar Bearz finally found Panda curled in the soft moss by the old cabin where their story first began.
After a long season apart—each wandering their own path through pain and healing, heartbreak and hope—they had followed the call of the heart back to this place. A single lantern glowed beside them, a symbol of the light they kept alive through every lonely night.
No words were needed. Their hug said it all—I’ve missed you. I never stopped loving you. You’re my home.
Behind them, the cabin’s chimney exhaled a ribbon of smoke, carrying the scent of pine and memory. The forest leaned in, hushed and glowing blue with reverence, bearing witness to the reunion of soul-bound beings whose love was written not just in stars, but in the soil, the sky, and every step they ever took toward each other.
This is the kind of love the Earth remembers. And tonight, under the moon’s blessing, the Heartwood held them close.
-Bearz