Pisces stood alone at the edge of the floating terrace, where the still waters of the Sky Mirror Pond reflected the surreal beauty of the realm Ethan had conjured. It was quiet here—eerily quiet, save for the hum of ancient magicks and the faint echo of laughter in the distance.
She could feel it—him. His aura pulsed through this world like a heartbeat. And with every thrum of that energy, her soul stirred.
The others were already with him. Harley. Clara. Christel. Elaine. She could feel them too, woven into his essence like constellations surrounding a sun.
She didn't feel jealous. No… Pisces had learned long ago that love wasn't something she needed to clutch tightly, to cage and control. It was like water—flowing, adaptive, patient. And hers had always run deeper than words could reach.
Still, being apart from him for so long had carved hollows in her heart. Watching, waiting, wondering if he would remember what they were to each other.
What she was to him.
