On the set, they sat together in a quiet stillness—the kind that pressed gently against the air
Irel looked down at the script resting in his hands
After a moment, he lifted his gaze
"Okay," he said calmly. "I'll read it."
He paused—just long enough for everyone to lean in
"In this story… it is all forbidden love."
A silence followed
"The story unfolds across different timelines," Irel continued. "The past, the middle timeline between past and present, and the present—each carrying its own kind of suffering."
He turned a page
"In the past timeline, where everything was forbidden yet deeply felt, Ash is an artist, and Izan is a dancer."
Another pause
"In the middle timeline—not too far in the past, not yet the present—Yuri walks alongside a gangster
Yuri is a pure figure, almost priest-like, chosen by God and gifted with miraculous healing. Their bond exists in a fragile space between light and darkness."
His voice softened
"Lytheil and I exist in the past as well—princes of two different kingdoms, divided by fate."
Finally, he looked up again
"And in the present timeline… Aerel is a famous writer and Aerith is a famous actor."
Irel closed the script
"This is a story where love is forbidden in every era."
He took a breath
"This film asks one question."
The room felt suspended
_Can love exist in a world that forbids it?_
"And when the film ends," Irel said quietly, "it gives the answer."
A beat
_"The film itself is the answer."_
No one spoke
The silence this time was different—stunned, reverent
Yuri was the first to break it
"Woah," he murmured softly
"It's really beautiful," Aerith added
Aeris and Ash shared a quiet smile
Aerel and Izan's eyes sparkled, reflecting something unspoken
Lytheil's POV
It reached them
All of them
Irel looked up from the script, his calm gaze sweeping across the group
"Now," he said softly, "we'll start with the scene of the artist Ash, and the dancer, Izan."
A subtle hush fell over the room, as if even the air were holding its breath
He paused, letting the weight of the words settle
Irel's voice lowered, almost reverent
"Okay. We'll begin these scenes tomorrow. I'll explain each one, and you'll act them out. The other scenes will follow in the days after, so everyone, get ready."
Izan and Ash's eyes met, holding, lingering—two worlds speaking silently through a single glance
Irel smiled lightly, watching them
Lytheil's gaze shifted to Irel
His eyes softened
Lytheil's POV
_Maybe… he is different_
The streets were quiet, bathed in the pale glow of the streetlights
Irel walked slowly, the cold night air pressing against him
He sighed softly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the city
Irel's POV
After all those years… now, I feel alive
His gaze lowered softly
He saw someone standing there, framed by the dim light
His lips parted, barely a whisper.
"Lytheil…?"