The city was alive with lights, sounds, and movement, yet amid the bustling streets, Elena felt a pull she could not explain. Something deep within her stirred—a whisper of memory, a shadow of a life long past. She didn't know why, but today felt different, as though destiny itself had pulled the threads of time together.
Across the crowded street, he appeared. Not the man from the garden, not the echoes from centuries past—but his soul had returned, wrapped in a modern guise. Adrian. His eyes—sharp, familiar, and impossibly magnetic—caught hers for a brief second. And in that fleeting glance, her heart stopped.
It was recognition without understanding, memory without explanation. A spark ignited between them, subtle yet undeniable, like lightning contained within a single drop of rain. He smiled—a simple gesture—but it carried centuries of unsaid words, of love, of promises that had never been kept.
Elena tried to look away, to convince herself it was coincidence, but every instinct screamed that this was not the first time their souls had met. Somewhere in the deepest chambers of her mind, a voice whispered: you have known him before. You will know him again.
And in that moment, the modern world faded. The lights blurred, the crowds became a haze, and all that remained was the pull of a bond that had survived lifetimes.