EPILOGUE: THE FIRST TIME AGAIN

Years passed.

Aira and Ravi didn't chase big dreams anymore.

They lived them.

They turned the chapel into a sanctuary for artists and wanderers—those searching for pieces of themselves they didn't yet understand. And sometimes, when the wind moved just right, the marigolds bloomed even in winter.

But something still tugged at Aira's heart.

One evening, she sat at the edge of the cliff, the sunset bathing the sea in gold. Ravi sat beside her.

"We found each other," she whispered. "But I still feel like… someone didn't."

Ravi nodded. "One version of us never got to meet."

And suddenly—

The wind stilled.

The world paused.

And a soft glow opened behind them—a shimmer in the air, like silk being peeled back from the fabric of time.

They stepped through it.

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They found themselves in a dim, ancient forest.

There, beneath a twisted tree, sat a young girl—eyes wide, clothes worn. She held a letter. Her hands shook.

And across the field, a boy waited at a station. But the train had already gone.

Their eyes hadn't met.

Not yet.

Aira gasped.

"That's her. That's… me."

Ravi placed a hand over her heart. "And that's me."

Aira turned. "We have to help them."

So they did.

They whispered through the trees. Nudged hearts. Altered winds. A shifted letter here, a missed train delay there.

Until—

The girl stood up.

The boy looked back.

And their eyes finally met.

The world shifted again.

Time clicked like a clock finally finding the right second.

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Back in the present, Aira and Ravi sat on the cliff once more.

But something was different.

The ache in their souls was gone.

They were whole.

Complete.

Not just in this life—but in all of them.

Ravi smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Feels like we finally met… for the first time again."

Aira looked out at the sea.

The stars were already rising.

And somewhere deep inside the universe, a door closed gently.

Only to remain open forever.

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THE END....