Most love stories begin with a meeting.
This one began long before that—quietly, secretly—woven into the fabric of destiny itself.
Lyra Vale had always felt it, even if she never understood why.
A soft tug in her chest whenever the wind changed direction…
a strange flutter in her heartbeat whenever she touched a memory that wasn't hers…
a quiet whisper inside her that told her she was waiting for someone she had never met.
But destiny has a habit of staying silent until the moment it decides to speak.
And it spoke the night Lyra wandered into the Glowing Forest.
There, beneath the silver-lit branches, she saw him.
A man standing alone, shoulders heavy as if he carried the weight of a broken world.
A stranger with storm-gray eyes that softened—just a little—when they met hers.
A man she should have feared, but somehow felt like she had known for a thousand lifetimes.
Lyra didn't know his name.
She didn't know his story.
She only knew one thing:
Her heart recognized him.
And when he finally spoke her name—softly, like a prayer he had been waiting years to say—Lyra felt her entire life shift.
Something had begun.
Something neither of them could stop.
Something fate had tried, again and again, to tear apart.
But this time…
the thread between them refused to break.