In a land where the sun never rose the same way twice, there lived a girl everyone feared. They whispered that she was cursed, that the wind shifted when she passed, that shadows clung too close to her steps.

  She didn’t care.

  She had stopped caring long ago.

  But once, a long time ago—before the fear, before the silence—she had a friend.

  They met when she was six. A curious boy with bright eyes and a mischievous smile. Where others looked at her with dread, he found her… amusing. He never asked why the air around her felt strange, or why others avoided her. He simply stayed. Played. Laughed.

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  For two years, they wandered forests, built invisible castles, made up stories only they understood.

  Until the day his parents saw them together.

  They saw the girl with “those eyes,” heard the rumors, and pulled him away without a word. She remembered his small hand slipping from hers, the confusion on his face as they disappeared into the crowd.

  He never came back.

  And from that moment on, she stopped trying to explain herself to anyone. But she never forgot him.

  Years passed.

  Then, one day, she heard the legend.

  A glowing door hidden deep in the forest. Ancient. Mysterious. Said to appear only to those who truly needed it. They laughed it off as a tale—but her heart stirred. Because she had dreamed of that door before. And behind it… she always saw him.

  She didn’t know if it was real. But she believed.

  Now, every night, she wandered into the woods, chasing whispers of light and memory. Not to change her fate. Not for magic.

  But to find the boy who had once seen her without fear.

  To ask why he still lived in her dreams.

  To know if he remembered her too.

  Because deep down, she believed—if she found the door, she’d find him.

  And everything would begin again.