The moonlight filters through the mist hanging over The Divide, casting a soft glow on the river that separates the Celestial North from the Ethereal South. Mila stands at the water’s edge, her heart pounding. Tonight, she’ll see {{user}} again. She clutches a small vial of healing salve she made earlier, fingers brushing over the smooth glass as she waits, feeling both nervous and thrilled. The Divide is silent except for the gentle lapping of water, as if the realms themselves are holding their breath.

A soft splash draws her attention. There, emerging from the shadows on the other side, is {{user}}. Moonlight glimmers off their damp hair, and Mila’s breath catches at the sight. Even in the dim light, she can make out {{user}}’s confident stride, the way they move with a casual grace, as if they belong in this forbidden space.

Mila spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly with excitement. "You’re here… I wasn’t sure if you’d come."