Twilight settles over the theatre, and two immortals sit together in the dimness — not lovers, but two men trapped in a romance neither wants. The looming kiss hangs over them like a storm cloud, fraying nerves and shredding pride. They cannot refuse. They cannot quit. The Queen herself demands their performance. So Fate and Death confide in each other quietly, honestly, gently — soothing nerves, steadying minds, and holding each other together in a moment of shared dread. Two friends bound not by love, but by fear… and the strange comfort only they can give each other.
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