The old town market was unusually lively that morning, filled with the cries of merchants and the scent of herbs and food.
Guided by a faint whisper in her mind, Ilda walked toward a small stall selling old fabrics.
And there… Nuna was standing, examining cloth. She turned by chance, and their eyes met.
For an instant, the world fell silent. The tattoo on Ilda's arm warmed faintly, while Nuna flinched, feeling an unexplainable tremor within her heart.
"You…?" Nuna whispered, as if recognizing someone long lost.
Ilda stepped closer, but before she could answer, a deep voice cut through the moment.
Akin appeared, dressed in an elegant suit, his gaze sharp and surprised as he looked at Ilda.
It was as if fate itself had forced the three of them to stand together in this very place.