The night felt different—heavier, as if the stars themselves were holding their breath. Divine stood at the edge of the beach, the waves lapping gently at her feet, but something in the air was wrong. The ocean, once a part of her, seemed to pulse with a strange energy, as if waiting for her to remember something it had forgotten.
Then, there he was again—Caelan—standing in the distance, as if he had always been there. His silhouette was almost unreal, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow around him. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel the weight of his gaze, like an invisible tether pulling her toward him.
"Are you following me?" Divine's voice came out more uncertain than she intended, a strange warmth creeping into her chest.
He didn't respond right away. Instead, his eyes locked onto hers, and she saw something flicker in them—recognition, perhaps? A shared memory that wasn't hers?
"I'm not sure," he finally said, his voice soft but tinged with something darker, something she couldn't place. "But I think you're meant to find me."
The words hung in the air between them, like a promise, or a warning. Before she could speak, Caelan turned and began walking toward the shadows, his form swallowed by the night.