Under the moonlight, a lone young man sat quietly on a weathered bench, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and calm.
Every fiber of Kyle's body throbbed with restless energy. It urged him to rise, to sprint, to fight, to do anything except remain still.
Yet tonight, beneath the pale glow of the moon, he sought something far more important.
A connection.
He wanted to reach someone he had been thinking about ever since they were separated. Someone he missed more than he has yet to admit.
Ethara.
Neither the System nor Aleda had been able to offer him any answers. Left with no other choice, he could only rely on himself.
The moon was the only thread that could ever linked the two of them.
So he sank deeper into his consciousness, pushing aside every distracting thought as he searched for that faint, familiar presence. Again and again, he called out to her, clinging to the hope that somehow his voice would reach across the impossible distance separating them.
