Twin Souls

In the vast, unending expanse of the multiverse, where time folds in on itself and reality splits into infinite refrains, two souls search endlessly for one another. They are bound not by the laws of space or gravity, but by a force so profound it defies the very fabric of existence. In one universe, they might share a fleeting glance across a crowded room; in another, their hands might graze, only to be pulled apart by the cruel tide of fate. In every iteration, the stars seem to conspire against them—galaxies collapsing, dimensions folding—yet they persist, eternally attuned to the ache of something that can never fully take root, but will never fully fade.

It is said that somewhere in the multiverse, there exists a thread, a perfect alignment of moments where they are free to find each other without barriers. But in all other worlds, they are tragic echoes, missing each other by a fraction of a breath or a beat of time. She dreams of him in fragments—his voice a low hum in the static of her thoughts, his touch like a memory she cannot place. He searches for her in shadows, in the patterns of falling leaves, in the spaces between stars. Though they may never exist in the same frame, their connection reverberates across dimensions, an indelible imprint on the cosmos, reminding every universe that even the cruelest distances cannot sever the tether between two destined souls.