CHAPTER ONE : The Thread Stirs
Some connections aren't seen.They're felt.
The city was quiet in the way only twilight could make it - soft, weightless, caught between one heartbeat and the next.
Lila sat at the edge of a small park, the kind of place people passed by without really seeing. The cracked fountain whispered behind her, its echo weaving through the air like a forgotten song.
Her guitar rested on her lap, old and worn, yet still her favorite thing in the world. She played slowly, her fingers gliding across the strings with a tenderness that made the notes sound alive.
Her music wasn't for anyone in particular - it was for herself. For the space between dreams and waking, for the moments she couldn't quite explain.
The last rays of sunlight touched her hair - soft brown, curling slightly at the tips—and she closed her eyes, lost in the sound.
And then… something changed.
A faint shimmer flickered in the air around her wrist.
It looked almost like light, yet not quite
something thinner, softer. A thread.
It glowed once, twice, before fading into the dusk.
Lila froze. Her fingers hovered above the strings.
It wasn't the first time she'd felt it - this gentle pull, this invisible hum that seemed to tug at her chest whenever the world grew quiet.
Somewhere, across the city, a camera clicked.
Elias looked through his lens at the sunset, trying to capture the fleeting glow of purple and blue that washed over the skyline. But when he checked his screen, something strange
happened.
A faint light had appeared across the image - an unexplainable streak, delicate and alive.
He frowned, rubbing his eyes, but the light was still there. And somehow, he couldn't bring himself to delete it.
He didn't know why.
He didn't know who the light belonged to.
But at that moment, two strangers - two souls - were tied together by a thread that neither of them could see, yet both could feel
And somewhere, fate smiled quietly, as the story began to weave in.