Prologue The world hums with things most people cannot hear. Beneath the ordinary clatter of days there is a slow, ancient rhythm — a pulse that threads through bone and memory. Aryan had always felt it, a low vibration under her skin that answered to names she had not yet spoken. This is the remembering of that pulse: two flames that found each other, were torn apart, and learned to rise again. The story that follows is a map of longing, of vows, and of the small, fierce rituals that keep a love alive across lifetimes.