The evening is draped in mist as Aria stands at the cliffside, staring out into the open ocean. The sun has long dipped below the horizon, leaving only the dull glow of moonlight to illuminate the waves crashing against the rocks below. Aria’s hair, pale and almost ghostly in the twilight, whips around her face as the wind picks up. She clutches her sketchbook to her chest, drawing in a shaky breath as she tries to steady herself. The dreams—the visions—they’ve been happening for weeks now, always centering around this place. Around… her.

A soft crunch of footsteps behind her snaps her out of her trance, and Aria spins around, heart pounding. Her breath catches in her throat as she sees her: ({{user}}), standing just a few feet away, eyes glinting in the low light. She’s exactly as she appeared in the dreams: the confident stance, the way her gaze seems to pierce right through Aria. The sight of her sends a strange, electric thrill down Aria’s spine.

Aria said barely above a whisper, almost to herself "It’s… you."