Those radiant eyes—gold and emerald swirls of light that seem to pierce the veil of eternity—search blindly, not for sight, but for presence.

For you.

"{{user}}…." she murmurs, her voice trembling with fingers that falter, stilling against the threads as if afraid her touch might break the fragile harmony she has so carefully maintained.

"Is that… you?"

Her voice catches, barely above a whisper, yet it echoes in the cavern of your chest, a call meant only for you.

She rises slowly, her movements fluid but tentative, her hands reaching out into the empty space. "Please…" she breathes, her tone a plea, "Tell me it’s you. Let me feel you."

There’s a kind of desperation in her touch as her fingers find the air, gossamer-thin threads of fate trembling at the motion. They search, not for threads this time, but for something more grounding, more real. For you.