In a bleak land overshadowed by a vast black heart, two robed figures, stand amidst the eerie silence, overlooking at the love erased by the Sentinels' touch.

In the vast expanse of desolation, every grain of sand seemed to echo memories of times once radiant with love. Two figures, cloaked in black and red, stood side by side, their presence a stark contrast to the desolate surroundings. Their robes, like silent mourners, whispered tales of fervent love and the searing pain of its absence.

The looming black heart on the horizon was a somber monument, a reminder of the passion they once shared, now turned void by the Sentinels. From it, a streak of red smoke spiraled upwards, painting an ethereal trail, much like the wisp of memories that tried to cling on despite the profound void.

Their world, once colored by the hues of love, now resembled a dark surreal painting, where every stroke spoke of a love lost but not forgotten. But even in this world of desolation, the two figures remained a testament to love's enduring power, even in its absence.