The night had almost settled in. The sun was gone, leaving a faint trace of gold across the clouds.
Ashi sat quietly at her dining table, a simple meal laid before her. The television flickered softly in the corner — a scene where a mother fed her child with a gentle smile.

Something in that image made her pause.
Her spoon stopped halfway.
A warmth rose in her chest, followed by a quiet ache. She missed them — her parents — more than words could ever say.

After finishing her dinner, she cleaned the kitchen, the sound of running water filling the silence. Then, she went to her room, laid on her bed, and stared at the ceiling.
Memories drifted in like fog — her mother’s laughter, her father’s voice, the crash, the night that changed everything.
Somewhere between remembering and forgetting, Ashi fell asleep.

Meanwhile, across the street, Haruv sat by his window, still awake.
The moon hung high — calm, silver, distant. 

He stared at it, his face unreadable.
But inside, old wounds stirred. The memories he buried long ago began to surface — his parents, his mother’s last breath, the promises that never healed.
He clenched his fists, the glow of the moon washing over him. The night moved slowly… and the stars faded into the pale light of dawn.

The sun had risen. But Haruv hadn’t slept at all.
The past wouldn’t let him.

Meanwhile, Ashi’s alarm buzzed softly.
She got up, brushed her hair, went for her usual morning walk. The air was cold and still, the kind that made you feel a little more alive.

When she returned home, she made breakfast, tied her hair, and got ready for work.
But just as she stepped out the door—

Her left eye shimmered.
A sudden spark of blue light flashed across her iris.
She froze.

A vision struck.
The future had chosen her again.