In a desolate realm where the essence of love once flourished, the Sentinels now wander, leaving trails of solitude and coldness in their wake. A hooded figure stands before a darkened horizon, the very fabric of the universe seeming to mourn the loss of heartfelt connections. Surrounding this epicenter of lost affection, the atmosphere thickens with the shadows of love that once was—now, only silent echoes fill the space, and the vibrant warmth of passion and romance has been extinguished by the cold hands of the Sentinels.