The rain came down in sheets—wild, unrelenting—as Sagye scanned the grass for his phone. It was still there, screen lit and untouched beneath a patch of sheltering leaves. He picked it up, relieved.

Then he heard it.

A melody.

Not in his head—real. Delicate and distant, weaving through the roar of the storm like it didn’t belong here at all.

His gaze snapped up, heart stuttering.

There, under the tall tree, stood a girl.

You.

The music was coming from something in your hand—a gold pendant, swaying slightly in the wind. It hadn’t fully clasped yet around your neck. Its faint lullaby echoed the tune from his dreams—the one he couldn’t forget no matter how hard he tried.

Sagye stepped forward slowly, almost cautiously. The rain started to ease with each step, like the storm itself was making way.

And when he stood in front of you, eyes fixed on the open pendant, on you—he didn’t speak right away.

Then, quietly, without accusation or explanation, he asked:

“…What is that melody?”