The class room smelled like chalk and dust.
Morning light pressed weekly against the windows.but the sky above Elaris Town remained the same dull grey - like a celling that had forgotten how to open .
Aerin stood beside his desk.
Invisible.
Not transparent.
Just… unacknowledged.
The teacher continued the lesson as if the space he occupied was nothing more than air.
Students passed papers through his body without hesitation. No one flinched. No one blinked.
No one noticed.
Except her.
Lynara Ash was staring directly at him.
Not confused.
Not scared.
Certain.
Her fingers tightened around her pen.
"You're still here," she whispered.
The words were so soft they barely existed.
But to Aerin .They sounded like thunder.
"You can see me?" he asked, stepping closer.
Her breathing grew shallow.
"I remember you," she said. "Aerin Vale."
His name felt fragile when she said it --- like glass that might shatter if spoken too loudly.
At that exact moment, something inside the room shifted.
The lights flickered.
The air grew heavier.
And the grey sky outside the window darkened by a shade ----as if the world itself had reacted.
Lynara flinched.
"You weren't in the attendance book," she said. "Your desk disappeared this morning."
Aerin turned.
She was right.
There was no desk.
Just empty space.
"But I was sitting there yesterday."
Her eyes trembled slightly.
"Yesterday… I think I remember you laughing."
He swallowed.
"Think?"
She pressed her fingers to her temple.
"It feels like someone is pulling threads from my head."
A silence fell between them.
Not a normal silence.
A watching silence.
As if something unseen had noticed the mistake.
Lynara suddenly gasped.
On the blackboard, written faintly beneath the teacher's notes, words began to appear.
Not in chalk.
In something darker.
HE DOES NOT BELONG.
Aerin's chest tightened.
The teacher continued writing, unaware.
The other students kept copying notes.
Only Lynara could see it.
Only she reacted.
Her voice shook.
"Why does it say you don't belong?"
"I don't know."
But deep inside, he felt something cold and ancient stirring.
The single star from last night flashed in his memory.
Bright.
Burning.
Alive.
And then_
A sharp pain struck his head.
Image him flooded him:
A different sky.
Blue.
Endless.
Filled with thousand of star.
And a voice.
Low.vast.inhuman .
"You were not meant to exist twice"
The vision vanished.
He stumbled.
Lynara reached forward instinctively ----
Her hand grabbed his.
For one brief second, the entire classroom froze.
The clock stopped ticking.
The teacher's chalk hung in the air.
Dust particles suspended like tiny stars.
The world had paused.
Lynara stared at their joined hands.
Her eyes widened.
"Time stopped."
Aerin looked around, heart racing.
"No," he whispered.
"It's waiting."
Outside the window--
A thin crack appeared in the grey sky.
Barely visible.
But spreading.
Slowly.
Like something inside was trying to break out.
And somewhere beyond that crack...
Something had just realized:
The girl who shouldn't remember...
still did.