By the time Sids stepped out of Epoy’s apartment, the rain had turned into a gentle sprinkle. The cozy feeling from that little place lingered with him—Epoy’s shy smile, the nice feeling of wearing dry clothes, and the way his eyes seemed to recognize something in Sids… something he couldn’t quite express.

That night, Sids lay awake in bed, his eyes wide open. It had become a habit—lying there, just waiting.

And just like a wave, it washed over him again.

In his dream, he found himself underneath a dim sky. The forest sparkled with silver, each leaf shining as if the moonlight had touched it. In front of him stood a boy glowing in the light of the moon, his long silver hair cascading over his gentle shoulders, his eyes like two bright moons—clear, endless, and sad.

"Sidapa. . . " the boy quietly called, extending his hand.

Sids moved forward, but the space between them never shrank.

"You promised," the boy repeated. "That you would look for me. "

Then everything faded into fog.

Sids shot awake, drenched in sweat.

Again. The same dream. The same boy.

No—not just a boy. Him. Epoy.

Across town, in another bedroom, Epoy tossed and turned, his limbs caught in sheets while rain pattered against the windows like a persistent memory.

His dreams had changed since arriving in this city. Once, they were just faint flashes—now, they were complete scenes, emotions, voices that echoed as if he had experienced them before.

In his dream, he floated high above the earth, wind rushing around him as he neared the stars. On a cliff stood a figure dressed in gold and black—tall and commanding, a shadow shaped from the night.

The man turned to face him.

"Libulan," the voice spoke, gentle yet filled with longing.

He stretched out his hand.

Epoy—no, Libulan—felt an urge to run to him, to hug him. But his feet felt stuck in the moonlight.

"I waited…" the man murmured. "Through time. Through many lives. "

And then, he faded into darkness.

Epoy sat up in bed, breathing heavily. That man was back again. His voice sounded like thunder, his touch felt like a promise. Epoy had no idea who he was.

But ever since he met Sids…

The dreams seemed so real.

Neither of them mentioned the dreams. Neither knew how to talk about them.

But the memories remained, hidden beneath skin and time.

Every look. Every gentle word. Every odd feeling in their chests when the other was close.

It wasn’t merely attraction. It was familiarity.

But they weren’t aware of that yet.

Not completely.

Only that something in the universe was leading them back to each other.