🌸PROLOGUE🌸
🌸 Dedication🌸
To the lost, the lonely, and the found.
May your soul always find its spring
🌸"Some souls only bloom after the cold-just like the beautiful cherry blossoms.This is their spring."🌸
Before the earth even existed, before the human race wandered in pursuit of desire, there was a realm untouched by time, wars, age, sickness, rust, or death. It was a timeless domain, where the gods dwelt as creators and silent stewards of what was yet to come.
Though the gods often visited the world they had shaped, they remained distant from their creations. It wasn’t forbidden to walk among humans, yet none chose to. Perhaps it was restraint. Perhaps indifference. Or maybe they believed those born of dust must learn to rise on their own.
Among these ethereal beings was one unlike the rest. He did not speak. He did not mingle. Nicknamed the Lone god by the other gods.
He was the deity of birth and rebirth, a silent god formed from the union between the supreme deity and the god of death- an heir to two great thrones, and yet a stranger among his kin. His silence was not of pride, but yearning: a longing for something exquisitely human.
He watched the humans more than the others did. Their beginnings, their endings.Their struggle, their joy. How their souls flared like suns and faded like pale moons. He watched not with superiority, but with ache.
And then, one soul changed everything.
A soul radiant in sorrow, fierce in kindness, aching with loneliness that mirrored his own. He lingered at her mirror longer than any other. And when he saw her pick up something that had once belonged to him-something discarded and forgotten- and cradle it with care, he knew.
The realization came like lightning -piercing, dangerous, and irrevocable.
He would leave the realm untouched by time.
For her.
To become the spring in the coldest season of her life.
This is not just her story or his-but a story of souls that found each other across worlds. A journey of grief, loss, and rebirth.
