The moment Mira set pen to page, the world shifted beneath her fingers.
Words flowed out—not just hers, but echoes from another time, another life.
Her vision blurred, and suddenly she was no longer in her bedroom. Instead, she was standing on soft grass under an endless blue sky. The sun warmed her skin gently, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air.
Alaric stood before her, young and radiant, his dark hair catching the sunlight like strands of silk.
"Mira," he said, voice trembling with a mixture of laughter and something tender she hadn't felt before. "You're here."
She looked down at her hands—slim and pale, untouched by time's harshness. She felt different too. Stronger. Alive in a way she hadn't been since she woke in 2025.
He reached out and took her hand, fingers curling softly around hers. The world seemed to slow, and the distant hum of the library collapse vanished.
"I never stopped waiting," he said, eyes locking with hers. "Not for a moment."
Mira's heart ached, as if remembering a song buried deep inside her.
They walked through a garden full of blossoms, laughter spilling from their lips like sunlight.
Then the scene changed.
She was inside a vast library—towering shelves filled with books and scrolls. The air smelled of parchment and candle wax.
Alaric was there, running his fingers along a row of leather-bound tomes, a smile playing on his lips.
"Tomorrow," he said, turning to her, "we'll discover a secret hidden in these pages. A secret that could change everything."
Mira nodded, though unease flickered in her chest.
The vision flickered again, darker now.
Rubble. Dust. Screams.
The library walls shaking, cracks running like spiderwebs across ancient stone.
Alaric shouted her name, but his voice was swallowed by the chaos.
She tried to run, but the ground beneath her crumbled.
Then blackness.
Mira gasped, breaking free from the memory.
Her hands trembled over the book's page.
"I remember…" she whispered. "I remember everything."
The pen pulsed beneath her fingers as Alaric's words appeared:
> Our love was real.
Our time was stolen.
But it's not over yet.
Tears blurred Mira's vision, but she smiled.
Somewhere between ink and memory