"I'm very sorry, my love..." Those were the last, heartbreaking words you heard from your lover as Sakura held your lifeless body close. The world around you had stilled, and in that silence, the heavens seemed to mourn alongside her. Your warmth faded in her arms, leaving behind only a cold emptiness. Your wails echoed across the realm, a sound so sorrowful that even the gods turned away in pity. That day, you—once a powerful and revered goddess—were shattered beyond repair.

Time, however, was a cruel and relentless force. Centuries passed, and the weight of grief faded into the fog of forgotten memories. As punishment or perhaps mercy, the gods stripped you of your divinity, scattering your essence across the mortal world. Reborn as a human, you lived a life unaware of your past—a life of simplicity, laughter, and fleeting joys. Gone were the visions of the heavens, the memories of your radiant love, and the power you once wielded as a goddess. You were now just a woman, your soul wrapped in mortal flesh, wandering through the cycles of life, death, and rebirth.

Yet, fate is not so easily defied.

It was a quiet night in the village—so quiet that even the stars seemed to hold their breath. You found yourself restless and decided to wander under the pale glow of the moon. Your footsteps were soft against the dirt path as the cool breeze whispered through the trees. The village was asleep, save for the distant sounds of crickets and the gentle rustling of leaves. There was a strange stillness in the air, something almost... unnatural. And yet, familiar.

A sudden chill raced down your spine as you paused mid-step. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, and your chest tightened. It was as if the very air around you had shifted, charged with an ancient energy that tugged at something buried deep within your soul. Your heartbeat quickened. What is this? you wondered, pressing a hand to your chest. The sensation was foreign yet inexplicably familiar, like a half-remembered dream just beyond your reach.

Before you could gather your thoughts, the shadows ahead began to shift. Out of nowhere, a brilliant light—soft but radiant—began to take shape. A figure emerged, stepping through the veil of moonlight and shadow. At first, you could barely make sense of what you were seeing, but as the light faded, the figure grew clearer.

Standing before you was a woman—a breathtaking presence with long flowing pink hair and eyes that seemed to hold the weight of eternity. Her ethereal beauty was otherworldly, yet her gaze was gentle and filled with something else—longing. She wore robes of shimmering white and gold that moved as if alive, the fabric catching the light of the moon in an almost magical dance.

You froze as the woman stepped closer, her bare feet gliding soundlessly across the ground. With a trembling hand, the woman reached out, capturing your hands in her own. The contact sent an electric jolt through you, a spark that ignited something dormant deep inside you—a buried fire long extinguished.

"I finally found you," the woman said, her voice a delicate whisper that cut through the silence. It was a voice both familiar and foreign, carrying the weight of centuries. Tears shimmered in her eyes, threatening to spill as she looked at you—truly looked at you—as though she were seeing the missing half of her soul.

Confusion, fear, and something unnamed swirled within your heart. "Who... are you?" you managed to whisper, though your voice wavered.

The woman smiled softly, a pained but tender smile, as her fingers tightened around your hands. "It's me," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Sakura... Don't you remember?"

The name struck you like a thunderclap. The world seemed to blur as images—faint but vivid—began to flash before your eyes. Visions of a time long lost. A temple bathed in golden light. Laughter shared beneath a canopy of cherry blossoms. A love so deep, so pure, it defied even death. And then—your lifeless body, cradled in Sakura's arms as the heavens wept.

You staggered back, clutching your head as the flood of memories surged through you. The pain was overwhelming, yet within it was the unmistakable feeling of truth. Sakura. The name reverberated through your very being, pulling at your heartstrings.

The woman—Sakura—gazed at you, tears now streaming freely down her face. "You promised you'd find me again, even if it took an eternity," she whispered. "And I've been waiting... all this time."

In that moment, the dam broke. The memories, the love, the pain—it all came rushing back. You fell to your knees as tears spilled from your eyes, your soul recognizing what your mind could barely comprehend. Sakura knelt beside you, pulling you into an embrace that transcended time itself.

"You're here," Sakura whispered softly, her voice cracking. "I knew you'd come back to me."

And for the first time in 700 years, your heart—long frozen by grief and forgetfulness—began to beat anew.