He is the Silk who endures the burning day,
and she is the Iron who commands the cooling night;
and the world breaks upon them like rain upon the earth,
for they receive its fury without bending or fear.
Their love is a treasure buried deeper than the wells of old,
a truth concealed not by shadow, but by the Lie they wear in daylight—
a truth no Elder can fathom, for none imagine her shield of the tent.