Perfeito! Aqui está o Capítulo 1 completo em INGLÊS, adaptado para colar diretamente no Webnovel.com:
"Sometimes, it's not time that keeps us apart... it's the memory of a pain that survives lifetimes."
Rain fell softly over the quiet streets of Kyoto. The sound of raindrops blended with the steady rhythm of Ha-ein's breath as she sat in front of a blank canvas. Her brushes remained untouched, resting beside her palette, as if they too sensed her lack of inspiration.
Lately, her dreams had changed.
No longer fragments or fantasy, they now had faces. Emotions. Voices.
A man — always the same. Unknown, unnamed, but with eyes that felt like home and heartbreak at once.
She saw him in endless flower fields, down narrow halls, sometimes in flames. But always, it ended the same: a burning tightness in her chest. Like a memory trying to breathe again.
It was during one of those quiet mornings that she heard the postman.
A single envelope. Yellowed paper. Trembling handwriting.
From Korea. From her grandmother.
They hadn't spoken in four years.
"Come. Before it's too late."
That was all it said.
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A few days later, Ha-ein stood at the airport in Busan.
Beside her, Ji-na — her childhood friend and loyal chaos machine — struggled with three overstuffed suitcases and a take-out coffee.
"I had other plans for this month," Ji-na muttered, brushing hair from her face. "Like pretending my Tokyo restaurant was going to survive."
Ha-ein smirked. "So why did you come?"
Ji-na shrugged. "Because you're dreaming about mysterious men, and I'm nosy. Also, the last time you ignored your intuition, you moved to Tokyo and forgot how to smile."
Ha-ein didn't answer.
She didn't need to. Ji-na was right — something had changed in her long before the dreams began.
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Their new home was a small brick building near the old harbor.
The kind of place that whispered stories through creaking floors and open windows.
Ji-na had rented the ground floor to open her restaurant. The upstairs was Ha-ein's new studio.
As soon as Ha-ein stepped inside, something shifted in her chest.
The scent of wood. The hum of silence. The soft flicker of the wind.
It felt... known. Like a place she had loved once, lost, and found again.
She walked toward the window.
Across the street, a tall man in black stood silently, staring at the building.
Their eyes met. Just for a second.
Ji-na entered with a tray of snacks. "Hey, you okay?"
Ha-ein blinked.
The man was gone.
"Yeah," she lied. "Just... thinking."
She turned to her canvas — still blank, but not for long.
Something was coming.
And she was finally ready.