"Before love became a promise… it was a lie told to stop a war."
🕰️ Rewritten Reality
Aarav opened his eyes to sunlight.
Not silver light. Not crimson eclipse. But warm, golden morning spilling across a classroom window.
He sat at a desk. Pen in hand. His old school uniform. A clock ticked gently.
"Wait... this is…"
He looked around.
The classroom was full. Laughter. Chatter. Everything normal. Too normal. His heart felt hollow, like he'd forgotten something essential.
Then he saw the girl sitting across from him.
Long dark hair. Bright eyes.Not silver. Not glowing.
Just... human.
But her name tag read:
Selene A.
And she was looking straight at him.
"You're staring," she said softly. "Do I… know you?"
🔮 Fragments of a Dream
Aarav stumbled out of his chair during recess, gripping the edge of a water fountain. The silver pocket watch was gone. The glowing notebook — vanished.
But when he closed his eyes, he saw:
A blade of moonlight shattering.
Selene, floating in the stars, screaming his name.
A voice whispering, "Time is no longer yours."
And then: a shadow flickering in the edge of a mirror.Zahir's smile.
🌙 Selene's Echo
Selene sat beneath a tree, sketching in a notebook.
When Aarav approached, her pen froze.
"Hey," he said. "Sorry if this sounds weird but… have we met before?"
She smiled.
But her voice was not her own.
It was two voices layered — one soft, one celestial.
"You're close," she said. "But you're still dreaming."
The wind rustled the leaves.
And then her sketchbook flipped on its own, revealing a drawing she didn't remember making:
A boy holding a glowing notebook.A girl floating under a blood moon.A crown of stars above them both.
"What… is this?" she whispered.
💔 The Tear in the World
That night, Aarav dreamt again.
But it wasn't a dream.It was a seam.
He stood in a field of floating mirrors, each one showing a version of Selene:
One with wings of starlight.
One chained to a moonstone throne.
One running from Zahir, bleeding memories.
Then one mirror cracked.
A voice echoed behind him.
"Did you think erasing the beginning would stop the ending?""You are the Inkborn, Aarav. And the story is not done."
A hand reached through the mirror — a glowing white hand.
Selene's.
"Help me remember," she begged.
But as he reached back—
The Other Selene Wakes
Aarav jolted awake, panting.
It was morning again.
But this time, his reflection in the window wasn't his own.It was the Void-Aarav, smiling.
And behind him stood a second Selene — glowing silver, eyes burning, whispering in a voice like prophecy:
"He found me. In the dream between dreams."
And then the window shattered inward, flooding the room with starlight—
To be continued…