"Some destinies are written in the stars… but the bravest rewrite them."
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The plane touched down with a soft thud, the runway lights of Melbourne International Airport blurring into streaks of neon against the rainy evening sky. Aarika Sharma stepped out into the unfamiliar chill, her long dark hair tumbling out from under the hood of her jacket.
"Melbourne," she whispered to herself, shivering slightly. "Alright, Universe… let's see what you've got."
Aarika had always believed in signs — in the way the sky looked a certain shade when good things were about to happen, or how the number 7 always seemed to show up when she needed courage. And right now, her phone's battery was stuck at 77%.
A good sign. Definitely.
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At the Arrival Gate
"Aarika!!"
A high-pitched voice practically tackled her as a girl in ripped jeans and an oversized K-pop hoodie ran toward her, arms wide open.
"Mira!" Aarika laughed, nearly dropping her luggage as her cousin hugged her tight.
"I've missed you so much! I can't believe you're finally here! Wait till you see my apartment. And I have to take you to Eclipse! It's, like, the coolest club ever. Super exclusive. Hot rich guys everywhere," Mira said, winking.
Aarika rolled her eyes but smiled. It felt good to be wanted somewhere.
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Meanwhile in Sydney…
A sleek black car cut through the streets of Sydney like a shadow. Inside, Seo Ji Hoon leaned back in the leather seat, staring out at the rainy city lights.
His phone buzzed. Damon's name flashed.
"What now?" Ji Hoon answered, voice flat.
"She's here. The girl," Damon said without preamble.
Ji Hoon's jaw tightened. "I don't care."
"You should. The signs are lining up exactly like Elara warned. You know what this means."
"I said I don't care," Ji Hoon repeated, snapping the phone shut. But his fingers drummed restlessly against the window.
He did care. More than he wanted to.
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Back in Melbourne…
Aarika's first night in Australia was a blur of Mira's endless talking, late-night ice cream, and unpacking in a too-small bedroom with posters of K-dramas plastered all over the walls.
But as she lay down that night, the old pendant around her neck — one she'd had since birth — began to glow faintly under the moonlight.
And far away in Sydney, Ji Hoon woke up from a dream of a girl's face he didn't recognize but somehow knew too well.
"It's starting," Elara murmured to herself in her shop, the cards on her table forming the same pattern they had centuries ago.
To be continued...