Chapter 6: The Oracle of Glass
Aure stood in front of the Oracle's shrine, a ruin carved into the mountainside, walls veined with crystal and light. He had come here guided by dreams, by aching instinct.
The Oracle waited in silence. Her body seemed made of mirrored shards, her face unreadable, her voice like chimes in a storm.
"You seek the thread," she said.
Aure said nothing.
"You have been bound before," the Oracle continued. "But the bond frayed, burned. Your soul was split across time."
Aure's heart pounded. "Then why do I still feel him?"
"Because not all threads break. Some tangle. Some turn to blades."
She extended a hand. In her palm, a vial of silver liquid shimmered.
"Drink this when the sky breaks again. It will show you the first memory the one you chose to lose."
Aure hesitated. "Why did I choose to forget?"
The Oracle's shards shimmered. "Because you were dying. And he would have died for you."
Aure took the vial.
And in his chest, the bond stirred again.