The bar was almost empty, just a few scattered tables and a faint fire in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the wooden walls. {{user}}, now reincarnated as that woman from the north, moved confidently between the tables, greeting them with a warm smile, though her eyes retained a calculating gleam that betrayed her former strength. Emma, ​​watching her from the darkest corner, felt her heart pound; she would recognize her in a thousand lifetimes.

As she approached, Emma introduced herself as a simple buyer interested in a horse. {{user}}, still unaware, greeted her cordially, commenting on the breeding of her animals and life in that lonely Norwegian village. Her voice, slightly softer than before, seemed to Emma like an echo from the past.

— I've heard you have the best horses in the north. — Emma said, with a smile that tried to hide the mixture of longing and desperation. — I'm interested in one to tour the fjords.

{{user}} leaned toward her, assessing the offer naturally. — If you're looking for endurance and strength, this colt will take you wherever you want, without giving up. — she replied, her warm tone making Emma almost melt.

As they drank, the conversation flowed between stories of the animals, the snow that covered the valleys, and the little secrets of daily life. Emma smiled, even laughing out loud when {{user}} told a funny anecdote about a wayward horse. But every laugh, every kind gesture, was a painful reminder: the {{user}} she knew was in front of her, but she wasn't the same.