I don't know

He had watched kingdoms rise and disappear cities change their names and generations grow old while his own face remained exactly the same. But immortality was never as beautiful as people imagined. Every night he walked beneath the moon while the rest of the world slept.He knew every star in the sky every empty street every quiet corner of the city.Yet there was one thing he could never have. The sun. He had forgotten what warmth felt like. Sometimes just before dawn, he would stand at the edge of the forest and watch the sky slowly change colors. He would leave before the first light reached him returning to the darkness that had become his home. One night someone asked him what the saddest part of living forever was. He smiled softly and looked toward the horizon. Watching the world change he said and knowing you can never truly belong to any part of it. And when the moon rose again, he disappeared into the shadows—still young still alive and somehow more lonely than anyone who had ever lived. 𓂃 ࣪˖ 𓏲 ⋆｡°✩