Ese Per Deshirat E Mia -

"The hollow ones do not bargain," the grihal said. "But there is a path. The words that bind can also break—if you find the source of desire and cut it out." Lir traveled three days into the Black Peak, where no snow melts. There, in a cavern lined with human teeth, he found the Deshirat —a mirror made of frozen blood. In it, he saw not his face, but his heart: a writhing knot of every want he had ever buried.

The mirror cracked. The hollow ones screamed with the sound of a thousand locked chests breaking open. The cavern collapsed. Ese Per Deshirat E Mia

Dafina stopped singing. Her voice became a croak, then a whisper, then silence. "The hollow ones do not bargain," the grihal said

On the night before the wedding, Lir climbed to the old Byzantine bridge where the Vjosa River churns white. He cut his palm with a flint knife and whispered to the wind: There, in a cavern lined with human teeth,

"Ese per deshirat e mia. Let her run with me. Let the mountains hide us. Let the trader forget her name. I will give my years, my voice, my shadow—everything for my desires."