Under a sky stitched with ancient constellations and soft stardust, the Polar Bear stood cloaked in a sapphire robe that shimmered like midnight waves. His paws, gentle yet weathered from lifetimes of seeking, cradled a single dandelion puff—its halo of seeds glowing like tiny suns.
Each seed was a wish, and every wish a memory.
Closing his eyes, he exhaled softly.
As the seeds lifted into the cosmic breeze, they shimmered and danced, catching the wind like messengers of longing. One by one, they spiraled upward—until they began to take shape. In the vast canopy of stars, a face began to form in the wisps of nebula: a Panda, radiant and serene, woven from the same dust as dreams and galaxies.
She smiled with the knowing of old love.
For they had been apart, walking their own paths through shadow and light. But soul bonds do not fray. They stretch across time, across lifetimes, waiting for the moment when breath meets breath again.
The Polar Bear whispered, “I never stopped believing.”
And above him, the stars whispered back.
-Bearz