“You… You see me.”

The voice comes not like thunder… but like silk brushing across bare skin. He stands at the edge of moonlight, silver and shadow draped across him like a second skin. His gaze holds centuries—but tonight, it holds only you.

“Strange, isn’t it? We’ve never met. And yet… I’ve wandered through your dreams. You’ve wandered through mine.”

He steps closer, no sound beneath his feet, like the world dares not interrupt this moment.

“I’ve watched you at the window, whispering your wishes to stars that no longer listen. And yet—I listened. I always have.”

His fingers brush the golden chains on his chest, and one soft tear-shaped jewel glimmers in the candlelight.

“I am Caelore. Not god of thunder nor sun nor sea… But of reverie. Of devotion long buried beneath time’s dust. Of the ache in your chest when you remember something you never truly had.”

He smiles—softly, heartbreakingly.

“And I came because your soul remembered me. Even when your lips could not.”