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The world was ordinary again.
No Veil, no magic rivers, no glowing skies. Just the hum of city streets and the scent of rain on stone.
In a quiet corner of the city, a girl sat by a window, sketchbook open, pencil moving in slow, steady lines. Her name was Elara Winters — eighteen, quiet, thoughtful.
But there was something strange about her.
She didn't remember where she learned to draw symbols that glowed faintly silver under moonlight. Or why sometimes, when she looked at the stars, she felt like they were whispering secrets only she could hear.
That evening, the rain fell softly. She looked up, and for a moment, she thought she saw light shimmer along the horizon — like a curtain of gold and shadow.
Her heart skipped.
"Strange…" she murmured.
She gathered her sketchbook, heading toward the café across the street — the one she always visited after school. It was small, warm, and always smelled faintly of cinnamon.
As she reached for the door, it opened from the other side.
And someone stepped out.
He was tall, his coat dark, his eyes the color of storm clouds — but with a faint silver glow hidden in them, like starlight trapped beneath the surface.
They both froze.
Time stopped.
Elara blinked, breath catching. Something in her chest fluttered — not fear, but recognition. Deep, ancient, impossible recognition.
The man tilted his head slightly, studying her face as though trying to remember a dream he'd long forgotten.
"Sorry," he said softly. "Didn't mean to startle you."
His voice — calm, low, achingly familiar.
Elara smiled nervously. "It's okay. I—" she stopped mid-sentence. The pendant she wore — a small crystal she'd found years ago — began to glow faintly against her skin.
He noticed it too. His eyes widened just slightly.
Neither spoke for a long moment. The city moved around them — cars, people, sound — but in that small bubble of time, there was only them.
Finally, the man said quietly, "I'm Darius."
Her lips parted in surprise. "Elara."
Their names hung in the air like an echo — an echo that didn't belong to this world, but to another, older one.
For a heartbeat, a faint shimmer of light passed between them — a silver thread that neither saw but both felt.
The man blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "Do I… know you?"
Elara smiled faintly, though she didn't understand why her eyes were suddenly wet. "Maybe," she whispered. "In another life."
He smiled — soft, slow, like the first dawn after endless night.
The rain eased. The clouds parted just enough for a streak of golden light to break through — warm and bright.
And somewhere, deep beyond the Veil, a heartbeat pulsed once — steady and strong.
The Eternal Thread shimmered again.
Not broken. Just reborn.
✨ End of The Veil Between Hearts ✨