Ask AI: Write a one-shot story about love with a tragic ending.

Once upon a time, in a land where the sun painted the sky with golden hues and the earth bloomed with colors, there lay a quiet little village cradled by majestic mountains. Its people lived happily and peacefully, their hearts brimming with joy and the spirit of community. However, what truly made this village the pearl of the valley was the love of two young souls – Aria and Idris. From the moment they set eyes on each other, they knew they were intertwined by the threads of destiny. Aria was a graceful storyteller, her voice like a gentle breeze that brought life to the hearts of the villagers. Idris, on the other hand, was a skilled potter, crafting poetry into delicate clay vessels with his knowing hands. As the years went by, their love grew, enriching the very fabric of the village. The flowers seemed to bloom a little brighter, the days seemed a little warmer, and the nights sparkled like constellations reflecting upon the eyes of all who witnessed it. Aria and Idris's love became the lifeblood of the village, and they vowed to embrace it for eternity. One fateful day, as Idris shaped clay on his wheel, a celestial being appeared before him. Moved by the love radiating from Idris, the celestial being offered an extraordinary gift – an enchanted vase that could fulfill the heart's deepest desires. But with this gift, the celestial being warned, came a price as old as time itself – that all extraordinary things must bear the weight of tragedy. Idris, blinded by his love for Aria, accepted the gift without hesitation, for what tragedy could be greater than existence without true love? Excited by the magical promise, Idris and Aria poured their love into the ethereal vase. Almost immediately, they found themselves wrapped in a golden glow that bestowed them with unyielding vitality, undeniable passion, and an eternity of happiness. For a time, the love that flowed from the enchanted vase enchanted the entire village, uplifting the spirits of everyone who basked in their presence. But as the celestial being predicted, the shadows of tragedy soon began to creep. As the spell of eternal love ensnared Aria and Idris, the essence of life – the first brush of love, the thrill of joy, and the pang of sorrow – slipped away from their grasp. Love, once powerful and overwhelming, now felt hollow and distant. Oblivious to the consequences of their choice, the lovers began to grow cold and indifferent, drowning in the very magic that once made them complete. With every passing day, their love turned Idris's heart into cold clay, and silence took Aria's voice. They walked the village as shadows, a grim reminder of the once radiant love that brought the villagers warmth and assurance. The spell cast upon them by the enchanted vase had turned into a ruthless curse, and its effects soon spread throughout the village, marring the canvas of joy and unity that adorned it before. Desperate to save the love that once consumed them, Aria and Idris sought the same celestial being who had gifted them the enchanted vase. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Aria pleaded for the curse to be lifted. But the celestial being, bound by the laws of magic, responded with a solemn tone, "To restore balance, you must sacrifice what you hold most dear – the love that you now cling to." After much heartache and contemplation, Aria and Idris agreed to shatter the enchanted vase, forfeiting their eternal love for the sake of their people. And so, as the porcelain pieces scattered across the ground, their golden glow began to fade from their skin. The haze of magic lifted, allowing the colors of emotion to wash over Aria and Idris once again. But the price of their sacrifice was steep – to release their hearts from the eternal vow, they had to endure the eternal separation of their love. As the sun dipped below the majestic mountains, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the land, Aria and Idris stood at opposite ends of the village, the bond they forged ripped apart by fate. With each step they took into the unknown realms of their newfound lives, their memories of each other grew fainter until only traces of a love so tragic, so complete, and so unforgettable remained. And yet, the fragments of their love – the echoes of Aria's voice and the ghostly contours of Idris's vessels – lived on, an eternal testament to the indomitable essence of love, even in the face of the most profound tragedy.