"From the very first day of our acquaintance, a gift of kind fate, I was deeply moved by how zealously you pursue the aspirations and hopes that live in your vibrant heart, and the passion and love with which you approach everything your industrious and gentle hands undertake filled me with joyful delight. The sparkle in your eyes and the tenderness of your voice, even when discussing the most mundane topic, captivated my entire being. In the ocean of gloomy Regret, whose hands of destruction draw closer each day, you are a bright star whose warm light illuminates my path forward. From now on and forever, I yearn to devote myself entirely to you.
If your feelings are mutual, I would be happy to see you at the eastern gates of Phoenix Refuge on 12.06.287.
Yin."
On that day, being a modest and in many ways ascetic man, he put on his most expensive suit, brought from far across the sea specifically for this occasion, for compared to the desire to please his chosen one's eyes, the details of his worldview were secondary. In his hands was a bouquet of beautiful flowers he had gathered himself, meant to underscore the depth of his feelings. But she did not come.
Despite the onset of a summer downpour, he waited for a full day, apologized to the flowers for having been picked in vain and deprived of the chance to fulfill their purpose, and, humming a long-remembered song, set off on his journey—to the kingdom of Tezoth. This country was the only force on the continent capable of ridding the world of the threat emanating from the Crater, and so, to protect his Love, to whom he had devoted himself entirely, from harm, he had to surrender himself to a foreign but mighty power.
Even Yin's nameless beloved mogit Stefaniyu.