And once again, I found myself at the same place—behind the waterfall, under that dark sky, in the cold, silent land.
Something felt different this time.
The paths were now lined with glowing lamps.
I smiled softly.
"Was he waiting for me…?"
With quiet excitement, I stepped inside his villa, my eyes scanning every corner, searching for him.
Then I heard his voice.
"Are you looking for me?"
I looked up. He was coming down the stairs, and in his arms was the same black cat.
"Oh… Cat Queen," I whispered in surprise.
"You like cats?" , Gently taking her from his arms and observing her closely.
"She's exactly like the one in my room."
"In your room?" he asked.
"Yes. "
"We've met twice, but I never told you."
" You appear in my dreams… and this cat has been following me since the day I landed in Moscow—right up to my hotel room."
" I don't understand anything anymore. When I came here last time, she wasn't here."
Questions crowded my mind more than , I say..
He took the cat back from me, gestured toward the sofa, and sat across from me. Stroking the cat gently, he asked,
"So… You mean we connect through your dream's?"
I looked at him.
"Of course !"
"Tell me—what do you know about this place… and about yourself?"
He paused, thinking, then said :
"That's the strangest part. I've been here for a long time. It feels like I'm lost somewhere… but I remember nothing except my name."
"But you said this place is in Moscow,"
"How do you know that?" I questioned.
He stand looked around the villa.
"Look at this house. Most things here are connected to Russian culture—the paintings, the music, … the operas, and the research books."
"All thing here are liked by me."
He pulled out a charred piece of ID from his pocket…
"And the most important thing… look at this."....the part that remained still had ′University' and ′Moscow' visible.
"University… Are you a professor?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief.
"You… you don't look like one at all."
The cat jumped up on me. I began playing with her softly.
"Out of all this," I murmured, "the biggest coincidence is this cat."
I looked at him.
"Why do you think our dreams are connected?"
"Is it something like a fairy tale—Cinderella, or Beauty and the Beast?"
"Or… is the only way out of this dream to kiss the cat?"
He turned toward me, bending slightly, his voice calm but curious.
"What do you think?" he asked but his gaze searching my expression..
"Is this dream because of me… or because of the cat?"
I suddenly feel heat on my face, so I avoided his gaze, leaned down and kissed the cat gently on her head.
"Because of her."
I said and moved quickly, retreating to the sofa and sitting down, trying to steady myself.
He followed , bent towards me , leaned in slowly, until the tip of his nose brushed against mine.
I could feel his breath, warmth.
He whispered and his words brushed my upper lip—
"Then I think… I should try too. " and sudden his lips pressed mine—silk-soft, warm, lingering.
And then deeper.
Butterflies danced wildly in my stomach.
Suddenly, my eyes flew open........
Sleep still clung to me, as if the dream had shattered mid-breath. For a second, I couldn't move. Then reality hit.
What… just happened?
My eyes widened in shock.
That was my first kiss.
And it wasn't just a memory in my head—I could still feel it on my lips. Not only the sensation, but a strange, unfamiliar taste lingered, something I couldn't name.
I barely understood it.
Why did he kiss me?
My heart started racing. I bit my lip hard, then suddenly screamed—
"Aaaaaaaaaa!"
I covered my face with both hands, blushing uncontrollably, excitement and confusion colliding inside me.
Then—
I felt something move beside me on the bed.
Slowly, I reached out.
Soft fur.
"Cat…?"
I turned my head.
It was her—the black cat.
I stared at her closely, my thoughts spinning.
"Who are you, really?" I whispered.
"Are you the same cat… or not?"
"Are they different—or is there only one, and does she belong to him?"
Questions tangled in my mind.
Suddenly, I jumped up, grabbed my tablet, and snapped a photo of her. I uploaded it, searching for her owner, reading everything I could about cats.
And I also searched through every university database I could find — old catalogs, student lists, online registers.
But there was no record of his name anywhere.
The internet—my only companion in loneliness.
Everything I knew, I had learned from screens… and drama.
Whether its love , friendship, care , respect , ambition or world.
And now, it felt like my own life had turned into a K drama.
A love story.
But one that existed only inside a dream.
My phone started ringing.
Advik.
I picked up the call.
"I'm here," he said simply.
To be continued…