Lyra couldn't shake off the feeling that the stranger's voice had left on her. She felt an inexplicable pull, as if her heart was being drawn to the moonlit garden from her dream.
That night, under the light of a full moon, Lyra made her way to the old mansion on the outskirts of the village. The mansion had been abandoned for years, its gardens overgrown with weeds and vines.
As she approached the entrance, Lyra felt a strange sensation, as if she was being watched. Suddenly, the doors creaked open, and a figure emerged from the shadows.
It was Kaidën, the stranger from the village square. His silver eyes shone like stars in the moonlight, and his chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very stone of the mansion.
"Welcome, Lyra," Kaidën said, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you."
Lyra felt a shiver run down her spine as Kaidën took her hand and led her into the moonlit garden. The garden was just as she had seen it in her dream, with flowers blooming in every color of the rainbow.
In the center of the garden, a fountain sang a soft melody, its waters shimmering like diamonds in the moonlight. Lyra felt a sense of magic in the air, as if anything was possible.
"Who are you?" Lyra asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kaidën's smile was enigmatic. "I'm the one who's been waiting for you, Lyra. The one who's been searching for you through the centuries."