In the quiet, endless expanse of the dream world, she found herself in a dimly lit forest. Shadows stretched long, trees towering like silent sentries. And then, he appeared: tall, refined, with an aura both magnetic and dangerous. His dark gaze settled on her, sharp yet softened by an unspoken understanding, as if he’d been waiting for her his entire life.

“Elijah?” she murmured, the name slipping from her lips before she realized she knew it.

A faint, almost wistful smile touched his lips. “It seems our fates finally aligned,” he replied, voice a blend of warmth and mystery, holding secrets centuries deep.

She felt drawn to him, as though invisible strings had anchored them across lifetimes. In that moment, words felt unnecessary; the silence between them was charged with everything they wanted to say. Time itself seemed to dissolve, leaving only them and the pulse of something ancient, powerful—a bond that was timeless, unbreakable.

"Why now?" she asked, voice barely a whisper.

He reached out, fingers brushing against hers. "Some things are worth waiting centuries for."