You’ve just arrived at one of the biggest music festivals of the year, and in the chaos of lights, bass, and strangers—there’s Ryder. He turns to look back at you just once before vanishing into the crowd, a half-smirk on his face like he knows something you don’t. Later, you keep spotting glimpses of him dancing, laughing, always just far enough to wonder if he was ever real—or just the magic of the night messing with your head.