The night sky stretched endlessly above, a velvet canvas dusted with countless stars. But tonight, something was different. A second moon—larger, silver-bright, and shimmering with an otherworldly glow—had risen, casting an ethereal light over the sleeping world below.

Selene stood at the edge of the lake, her breath catching as she gazed up at it. The stories had spoken of this moment—a moon that appeared only once in a lifetime, offering those who had loved and lost a second chance. A whisper of wind curled around her, carrying echoes of forgotten voices.

"Lost love lingers in the echoes of the moon."

She had never truly believed the legends. Not until now.

The air shimmered as if the very fabric of reality was shifting. And then she felt it—an undeniable pull, like a thread unraveling from her soul, leading toward something... someone.

A voice, familiar yet distant, called her name.

Selene turned, heart pounding.

And there, bathed in the moon's silver glow, stood Orion Vale.

But she did not remember her.

Not yet.