Prolog
The night sky was so silent, it was as if the whole world was holding its breath.
Kirana stood on the verge between being conscious and not. Her body was asleep in the cold restroom, but her soul was floating, light as morning mist. She had no idea how she ended up here, in a European-style garden that was foreign yet familiar. Tall trees towered, and the air smelled of nostalgia.
Then she saw him.
A man in a long suit, neatly combed black hair, and eyes that seemed to pierce through dimensions. That man... was looking directly at her.
"I can see you..." the man murmured softly, but clearly.
Kirana was startled. No one had ever realized her existence in the astral world before. Her heart was beating fast, even though she was only a soul.
Then the sound of wind brought a whisper.
"You are the dream I always wanted to meet in reality."
And elsewhere, in the real world, Leonardo woke up from his sleep in a cold sweat.
The girl again. The dream again. Those eyes again.
He didn't know who she was yet. But his heart already remembered her too deeply to be considered just a sleeping flower.
And that's where it all began-from a dream, a vision, and a promise written by time itself.
