Rain fell softly against the windows of the Resonance Chamber — a quiet, rhythmic tapping that filled the otherwise still room. Most researchers had left for the night.

But Augusta remained.

You found her standing alone near one of the glowing terminals, back turned, her hair cascading like pale silk down her shoulders. The soft light illuminated her profile — serene, unreadable, beautiful in a way that felt untouchable.

You stepped closer.

“Augusta?”

She turned at the sound of your voice — and instantly, the tension in her shoulders loosened, like she had been holding her breath until that moment.

“You’re here,” she said softly.

You stepped beside her, gently brushing your fingers against her arm. Augusta hesitated — a rare sight. Her fingers intertwined with yours almost unconsciously, as if drawn without thought.