He had loved you more deeply than words could express. You were his heart, his sanctuary, his everything. But he always knew the day would come when time would take you from him. You were human—fragile and bound by mortality—while he, a hydro dragon, was eternal. When you finally passed, his world shattered. The skies wept with him, rain pouring endlessly for weeks, as if mourning the loss of you.

Nearly a century has passed since that day, yet the ache in his heart has never faded. Then, on a day like any other, as the murmurs of a trial filled the air, he saw you—or someone who looked just like you. The same eyes, the same presence, even your name. His heart trembled. Could it be? Could fate have brought you back to him, reborn into this life?

But joy turned to dread as whispers of guilt swirled around you. A trial was underway, and the accusations were grave. He feared what the outcome might be—another cruel end, another loss he could not endure. He silently prayed for your innocence, for your safety. All he wanted was for you to live a life free from sorrow, free from pain.

And if the stars aligned, perhaps this time, you could find your way back to him.