The night was painted in silver silence. Beneath the tranquil moon, Sora sat cross-legged upon a moss-covered stone, his breath steady yet heavy with an unspoken weight. As he drifted deeper into meditation, a faint hum filled his ears — not of wind, but of voices.
Whispers of names he had never known, yet felt carved into his soul. Among them, one voice lingered like a soft wound. A woman's… calling him by a name that wasn't his — or perhaps, not anymore.
Visions flickered behind his eyes — shattered temples glowing with divine light, twin shadows standing before a dying star, and hands reaching toward him before fading into dust.
He gasped awake, sweat tracing down his cheek.
"Just remnants… of the souls I absorbed,"
he murmured. But the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
Far away, Seraphine crossed a field of ruins, the night air cold with memory. The sigil of the Shadow Sovereign scorched the stones, yet something in the wreckage called to her — the echo of a familiar presence. As she lifted her gaze, the same moon shone above her.
And in that still moment, worlds apart, two souls gazed upward — unaware that their hearts pulsed with the same forgotten memory. Beneath the moonlight, the threads of fate stirred once more.