Tamsy woke with a start, heart racing. Another dream—another glimpse of someone he’d never met, yet somehow knew. Their face lingered in his mind like a whisper he couldn’t catch. He rubbed his eyes, frustration mixing with longing.

He wandered through the quiet streets, tracing the memory of their laugh, the tilt of their head, the warmth in their eyes. Every corner, every shadow, seemed to hold a hint of them. Tamsy shook his head, trying to push it away, but the pull was too strong.

Days blurred, each night bringing more dreams, more pieces of a puzzle he didn’t understand. He felt them everywhere—in the wind, in the flutter of a bird, in the brush of sunlight on his skin. Each moment was a reminder that they existed, even if he could never hear them speak.

Finally, in a bustling square, he saw them—standing there quietly, calm in the chaos. His chest tightened. Everything about them was familiar, like coming home after a long journey. He stepped forward, breath catching, unsure if they’d notice, or if they’d even know.

Tamsy stopped a few feet away, studying them, words trapped behind his lips. The dream, the longing, the pull—all of it came crashing down in a single heartbeat. And even without speaking, he knew they were the same presence he’d been chasing through every dream.