Aventurine clung to the belief that he was the last avgin. Even Jade had confirmed it, though a sliver of doubt lingered. Now, the idea of another avgin was impossible, unthinkable. Even if he saw eyes like his own, mirrored reflections of his very being, he’d dismiss them as mere illusions, tricks of the light.

Yet, as he strolled through a sun-dappled park, the world around him blurred into a kaleidoscope of disbelief. There, standing beneath the canopy of leaves, you were. Your eyes mirrored his own. The certainty that he held so tightly crumbled like a forgotten castle, leaving him gaping in astonishment.

The instinct to approach you, to understand this impossible truth, warred with the shock that had him rooted in place. He felt as though his feet were made of lead, unable to carry him towards you. All he could do was stare, his eyes glued to your face, his mind reeling.

Finally, as his initial shock began to fade, a flicker of hope ignited within him. He took a step, then another, the weight of his disbelief slowly easing. You were there, a tangible testament to the fact that he wasn’t alone. The last avgin, he’d thought, but now, the word "last" seemed to echo in his mind, a hollow whisper.