That night, she dreamed.
Inside an ancient stone temple, candlelight flickered
like fallen stars trembling on marble floors.
A woman in white held her hand gently.
> "You are the last light.
Do not let the shadows steal your love again."
A small girl—her face hauntingly familiar—
cried and reached toward her.
> "Come back… don't forget us…"
Mintra gasped awake, tears in her eyes.
He sat beside her, holding her hand.
"Nightmare?"
She shook her head softly.
"Not fear… longing."
He squeezed her fingers.
"Whatever you lost before—you have me now."
Simple words.
A vow wrapped in moonlight.
"Promise you won't leave me," she whispered.
"Until the stars fade from the sky," he answered.
Silence filled the room, but their hearts burned bright.
The world might be dark—
but tonight, love was the first dawn.