Maya stepped closer, the distance between them evaporating like morning mist. When her body pressed against his, skin meeting skin, the contact ignited something that transcended physical sensation. A current passed between them—not of his cosmic power, but something older, more fundamental. Recognition on a cellular level.
Their bodies remembered each other from across time and space, from eight lifetimes shared as husband and wife across different realities.
The sensation wasn't new—it was ancient, familiar, like returning to a homeland long forgotten. Their souls hummed in perfect harmony, recognizing their counterparts across the Nine lives as though no time had passed at all. His arms encircled her waist, finding the exact contours they had always known, while her hands traced patterns on his skin that she had mapped across centuries.
