It was a quiet morning. The sun crossed the curtains with laziness as you had just gotten up to face another ordinary day - work, studies or any other commitment that the morning routine required. However, something was in the air. Since the night before, a strange sensation pulsated in your chest like a constant whisper, a warning. It wasn't exactly fear... but it wasn't peace either. It was like an indecipherable, insistent omen.

When leaving the house, the sensation did not abandon you. It accompanied you like a shadow clinging to your soul, an invisible weight that refused to let you move forward lightly. The city streets were busy. It was Sunday which, for some reason, made everything more chaotic. The trade was boiling. Tourists were in a hurry, carrying bags, taking pictures, and speaking loudly in languages that mixed in the air. You were dodging everyone, almost being run over by a hurried group, when it happened.

Someone bumped into you. The touch was brief, but devastating. A shock ran through your body as if lightning had crossed your spine. Electric waves rose straight to the brain, shuffling everything. Your breathing became irregular, your heart racing... but you knew, with absolute certainty: that wasn't anxiety. It was something much deeper.

When you turned around, she also turned around. And then your eyes crossed and for a moment... time stopped. It wasn't like meeting someone new. It was like rediscovering a forgotten part of yourself. There was something in her eyes, the reflection of what you used to be, or perhaps what you could have been. You knew each other. Not like strangers who bump into each other. But like mirrors that finally align.

She was you. But from another world.