Chapter 1
Throughout human history, there have always been people who did not simply look at the world.
They saw what existed beyond it.
Some people looked at the stars and saw nothing more than points of light scattered across the darkness.
Others heard the stories hidden inside them.
Lara Yalın was one of those people.
She was twenty-four years old.
But her age was not enough to explain anything people said about her.
Because Lara was not just an artist who painted pictures.
She was a silent witness to moments that had not happened yet.
Her paintings were displayed in the most prestigious galleries around the world. People traveled thousands of miles just to stand in front of one of her canvases for hours.
Some looked at them with admiration.
Some with fear.
Some simply cried without saying a word.
Because there was something strange about Lara’s paintings.
They were not just paintings.
They were shadows of time.
The traces of the past, the echoes of the future, and possibilities that had not yet been born all existed together on the same canvas.
When people first noticed it, nobody thought it was something extraordinary.
Just luck.
A coincidence.
Maybe the result of a young artist’s powerful imagination.
When Lara was eight years old, she painted her first major artwork.
It showed enormous cities rising above the ocean.
Glass towers reaching toward the sky.
Roads floating between the clouds.
Platforms covered in glowing lights drifting across the sea.
When her mother saw the painting, she smiled.
“Your imagination is incredible,” she said.
But Lara, while mixing colors with her tiny hands, only answered:
“I didn’t imagine it, Mom.”
Her mother looked surprised.
“What do you mean?”
Lara shrugged.
“I saw it.”
Everyone thought it was just one of those strange things children said.
Years later, people discovered that painting again.
Because when the first floating cities were finally built, everyone said the same thing:
“Lara painted this years ago.”
After that, people began looking at her work differently.
Not like the creation of an artist...
But like the prophecy of someone who could see beyond time.
Yet Lara never saw herself that way.
She was simply someone who followed the images that appeared in her mind.
Because some people hear music.
Some people feel colors.
Lara saw time.
Nights were always the hardest.
Because when the world became quiet, her mind became louder.
As the hours passed, the silence of her room grew heavier.
The paintings hanging on her walls seemed to watch her.
Some were completed.
Some were unfinished.
Some were images even Lara herself could not understand.
Broken planets.
Oceans of light.
People walking across the sky.
And for the last three years...
The same man.
The first time she saw him, she was nineteen.
It was not a dream.
Because dreams were unclear.
This was different.
This image was carved into her mind.
He had dark hair.
His face carried a sadness she could never explain.
But his eyes...
His eyes were the strangest part.
Because whenever she looked into them, she did not feel alone.
It felt like she had found something she had lost years ago.
But what?
She did not know.
The man changed in every painting.
Sometimes he stood among the ruins of an ancient city.
Sometimes he existed inside endless white space.
Sometimes he stood beneath a sky filled with millions of stars.
But every time...
he looked directly at Lara.
As if he knew her.
As if he was waiting on the other side of a door.
As if he was only one step away.
Yet taking that step was impossible.
Because between them there was not just distance.
There was perhaps existence itself.
One night, while rain struck the windows of the city, Lara began a new painting.
Only a dim light surrounded her.
She picked up her brush.
But she did not know what to paint.
Then her hand moved.
Not by her own will.
It was as if someone else was guiding her fingers.
First, the eyes appeared.
Then the face.
Then that familiar expression.
The man.
Again.
The same man.
Lara held her breath.
“Who are you?”
Silence.
Only the sound of rain.
But then the brush moved again.
This time, she painted a sky full of stars behind him.
Then Lara’s hand stopped.
Words began appearing in the corner of the canvas.
Slowly.
Shaking.
As if someone invisible was writing them.
I SEE YOU TOO.
The brush fell from Lara’s hand.
Her heart started racing.
Because it was impossible.
Paintings did not answer.
Dreams did not speak.
But that night...
Something had replied.
And for the first time, Lara thought:
“What if all my life I wasn’t just seeing the future...”
“What if I was waiting for someone?”
At the same moment.
Far away from Lara’s world.
Inside another reality hidden among the stars...
A man was staring at the same sentence.
His name was Aras.
And in his world, the word impossible no longer existed.
Because humanity had learned how to change the flow of time.
Cities floated around planets.
Artificial intelligences carried the knowledge of ancient civilizations.
Reality was no longer a fixed wall...
It was a river that could be shaped.
But there was one thing Aras could never solve.
A girl.
The girl he had seen since childhood.
Someone he had never met.
Yet someone who felt like a missing piece of his own soul.
The same face every night.
The same eyes every year.
And with every drawing...
she became more real.
Sometimes Aras thought it was an illness.
Sometimes an illusion.
But a voice inside him always said the same thing:
“Find her.”
And that night...
Every system in his laboratory suddenly activated.
Because the impossible barrier between universes...
had finally cracked.
A figure appeared on the screen.
A girl.
Holding a paintbrush.
Looking at him with confused eyes.
Aras saw the face he had drawn for years.
She was real.
She was alive.
And she was looking back at him.
The only thing he could whisper was:
“Finally...”
At the same moment, Lara answered:
“I found you.”
And at that instant, the destiny of two different universes changed forever.
Because some meetings are not coincidences.
Some people do not find each other.
Some people...
are written into each other’s existence by time itself.
