The first time Mira saw him, he was standing under the flickering streetlamp at 3 a.m., soaked in rain, but somehow untouched by it.
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In a city that never slept, she had walked that same alley a hundred times — delivering late-night paintings to her gallery, sipping coffee alone, escaping from dreams that never let her rest.
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But this man wasn’t from here. His eyes looked like the night sky itself — not just black, but full of stars. And when she passed him, he whispered:
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“You remember me… don’t you?”
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She stopped in her tracks. Her heart skipped.
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“Should I?” she asked.
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“We once met in a time that doesn’t exist anymore,” he replied, “But I’m here now. Because the spell is breaking.”
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Mira thought it was some kind of poetic nonsense… until he disappeared into thin air — just like that — leaving behind a faint shimmer in the rain and a single black feather that glowed blue.
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The next night, he came again. This time, on the rooftop of her apartment.
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And each night after that.
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He told her pieces of a forgotten world:
Of curses and time loops, of a love story that was paused centuries ago, of her — not as Mira the painter, but Mira the Moonkeeper, the one who once loved him and locked him away to protect both their worlds.
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“You said you'd find me again, after your soul was reborn… and I waited.”
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She didn’t believe it — not until her dreams changed. Not until she painted a picture she had never seen, but somehow remembered:
A ruined castle, under two moons… with him standing at its gate.
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Now, the city around her is shifting.
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People forget her name. Clocks tick backward. Her reflections speak.
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And her heart? It remembers him.
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“If this is madness,” she tells him one night, “don’t wake me.”
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“It’s not madness,” he says, holding her hand. “It’s magic… returning.”
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But there's a choice to make now:
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Will Mira stay in the world she’s known her whole life… or follow him into the forgotten realm where their story began — and never truly ended?
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