The Tower of Thorns stood frozen in time, its halls echoing with forgotten prophecies. You had come to steal the Creatio Protocore but found him instead—Zayne, the Foreseer, trapped in ice, his hazelnut eyes filled with sorrow.

When you freed him, he smiled as if he had always known you. The days in the tower passed like a dream. He spoke of jasmine flowers that bloomed only for you, of lifetimes where you had loved and lost him.

But fate was cruel. As the tower crumbled, he held you close. "This time," he whispered, "live." Then, the world turned to ice and silence.

Yet fate was kind. In another life, you met again. He was no longer a Foreseer but a doctor—brilliant, kind, with hazelnut eyes that made your heart ache.

"Have we met before?" you asked.

Zayne smiled. "Not yet," he murmured, "but we will."

And you did. On your wedding day, he placed a jasmine flower in your hair. "This time," he whispered, "we have forever."

And somewhere, jasmine flowers bloomed once more.