The Moon knows her name

The dream always began the same way.

Eva stood alone beside a silver waterfall under a glowing full moon.

A cold mist touched her face, but she did not feel afraid.

She never felt afraid here.

Instead, she felt like she had finally come home.

Water flowed softly around her feet. The air shimmered like it was alive. Somewhere far away, a voice whispered her name.

“Eva…”

She turned quickly.

Someone was there.

She could feel it.

Someone important.

Someone she should remember.

But every time she tried to see his face, the light around him became brighter. It was like the world itself was hiding him from her.

“Who are you?” she asked.

Her voice echoed across the water.

The boy stepped closer.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said softly.

His voice sounded familiar.

Too familiar.

Her heart started beating faster.

“Why do I know you?” she whispered.

Before he could answer, the ground beneath her feet began to shake.

The moonlight suddenly disappeared.

The silver water turned dark.

The boy reached toward her.

“Don’t forget again,” he said urgently.

“Remember who you are.”

Eva tried to reach him too—

—but someone shook her shoulder.

“Eva! Wake up! You’ll be late!”

The dream shattered.

She opened her eyes quickly.

Her mother stood beside her bed, worried.

“You had that dream again, didn’t you?” her mother asked gently.

Eva sat up slowly.

Her heart was still racing.

She looked at her hands.

They were trembling.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“But this time… he spoke to me.”

She didn’t know why, but something inside her told her the dream was changing.

And that meant something in her life was about to change too.

Outside her window, the morning sun was rising.

But far away—

someone else had already noticed she was starting to remember.

Eva sat quietly on her bed for a few seconds after waking up.

Her mother was still watching her carefully.

“You look pale,” her mother said softly. “Did the dream feel different this time?”

Eva hesitated.

She didn’t know why, but something inside her told her not to explain everything.

“It just felt… clearer,” she answered.

Her mother forced a small smile.

“It’s only a dream,” she said gently. “You should get ready. Today is important.”

Eva nodded.

But she knew something had changed.

For almost twenty years, she had seen the same dream again and again.

The silver waterfall.

The glowing moon.

The boy she could never fully see.

And now he had spoken to her.

Don’t forget again.

Those words stayed in her mind even after she stood up.

Downstairs, breakfast was already ready.

Her father was sitting at the table reading something on his phone, but when he saw her, his expression immediately softened.

“Good morning, Eva,” he said warmly.

“Good morning,” she replied.

Her parents always looked at her like she was the most important person in their world.

Sometimes she felt it was more than normal love.

Sometimes it felt like they were protecting her from something she didn’t understand.

“Eat quickly,” her mother said while placing a plate in front of her. “You don’t want to be late on such an important day.”

“My final exams,” Eva said with a small smile.

Her father nodded proudly.

“You worked hard for this.”

Eva began eating, but she noticed something strange.

Her parents were exchanging quiet looks again.

The same look they shared whenever she mentioned the dream.

She decided not to ask.

Instead, she finished breakfast quickly and picked up her bag.

“I’ll see you later,” she said.

“Come home early,” her mother replied immediately.

Too quickly.

Eva paused.

“I always do,” she said softly.

Her father stood and walked her to the door like he always did.

Before she stepped outside, he gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Be careful today.”

Eva smiled slightly.

“I always am.”

But even as she said the words, she didn’t know why they sounded different today.

The morning air outside was fresh and cool.

Sunlight filled the streets, and everything looked normal.

Yet something inside her felt restless.

As she walked toward the bus stop, she suddenly felt the strange feeling again.

Like someone was watching her.

She turned around.

No one was there.

Just people going to work.

Students walking toward school.

Cars passing normally.

She told herself she was imagining things.

Still…

the feeling didn’t disappear.

When she arrived at college, the campus was already busy.

Students were talking excitedly about exams.

Some were nervous.

Some looked confident.

Everything felt normal again.

Almost.

Eva walked toward her classroom while holding her notebook close to her chest.

But suddenly—

someone stopped walking near the entrance gate.

A tall boy stood there quietly.

He wasn’t talking to anyone.

He wasn’t looking at his phone.

He was looking at her.

Eva slowed her steps slightly.

She had never seen him before.

He looked calm.

Serious.

Almost like he had been waiting.

For her.

Their eyes met for only a second.

Then he looked away.

Eva frowned slightly.

“That was strange,” she whispered to herself.

Maybe he was just a new student.

She continued walking toward her classroom.

But something about him stayed in her thoughts.

At the same time, near the college entrance—

the boy was still standing there.

Watching her disappear inside the building.

Another student walked toward him.

“You found her,” he said quietly.

The tall boy nodded slowly.

“Yes.”

His voice was calm.

But his eyes were filled with something deeper.

“She started dreaming again,” he continued.

“How do you know?” the second boy asked.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he looked toward the classroom building once more.

“Because the veil is weakening.”

The second boy’s expression changed.

“That means she’s going to remember.”

“Yes,” the first boy replied softly.

“And this time…”

he paused for a moment.

“…we might not be able to stop it.”

Far above them, hidden behind the morning sky—

the moon was still faintly visible.

Watching.

Waiting.

For Eva to remember who she really was.