In this life, Lila moved with a sense of conviction, unaware that this was not merely her second chance, but her fourth. Each time her soul was reborn, the memories of her past lives slipped away, leaving only a faint impression—a lingering shadow of emotion without clear form. She thought this was her second life, a fresh beginning with only the vaguest sense that something had once been broken, something she couldn't name but felt determined to heal.
Axel, however, remembered everything. Every life, every tragic ending, every desperate wish left unanswered. He bore the burden of knowing, watching as Lila looked at him with a curiosity that always sparked a flicker of hope in his heart. But that hope was fragile, his fears gnawing at him. He had seen her love him, resent him, and ultimately fall to the curse of their entwined fate each time, and yet, he could not stop himself from loving her more with each cycle.
