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His words had caught her off guard. “What are you trying to say?” Lyon’s expression changed a bit, almost softening with a bit. “I may be able to bring him back.” The words shocked her. “How?” She asked, her hands shaking as she dropped to one knee in front of him “I see the threads now,” Lyon explained, his voice distant. “Time isn’t just forward. It loops, it knots. All I just need to do is to find the right one.” “No,” Isabella interrupted, grabbing his hands with a fierce urgency.

nn"I ran into someone today, like... you was here before." A long, long time later, until the owner of that sentence was completely out of sight, I quietly stepped out from the darkness, silently looking at the stele in front of me. Above is a picture of a girl, at first sight quite young, with a bent smile on her lips. This is probably the person he loves, the last sentence was told to her as well. For a moment, the cause and effect of everything seemed to be going through my head, slowly as if riding a horse to see flowers, until the last minute the details suddenly became clear, and it seemed to be faster.

“Their love was too powerful.” Lyra glanced at the shard of light coming from the tower. “Perhaps she is in there,” she said. “Perhaps that’s where the Trinity are.” Lore nodded, then turned back to the prone figure of his swollen, beaten cousin. “We’ll wait for her return,” he said. But Lyra didn’t look certain. “What is it?” Lore questioned her. “What do you know?” Lyra paced away from him, twisting her hands as she walked. “The legends say they can bend time,” she says. “That a second for them is a thousand years for us. Or that a thousand years for us can be a second for them. There’s no way of knowing how long the girl will be gone.”

They formed a disciplined line, leaving spaces between them, an air of solemnity surrounding their presence. As the enigmatic gathering stood in formation, an aged voice, worn by the passage of time, resonated through the air. "Ah… Luna Adduxit Nobis Filiam Suam," the voice intoned with a mysterious authority. A shiver ran down Aileen's spine, a strange sensation tingling through her senses.

The melody rose and fell like wind through branches, like light playing on leaves, like time moving slowly through something that had existed since the world began. He found her exactly where she had promised—sitting beside the ancient olive tree, her new lyre in her hands, her golden hair catching the dawn light like a crown made of sunbeams. The tree itself seemed to glow from within, its bark reflecting the pink and gold of the sky, its leaves shimmering like green coins. The spiral of stones around its base had been dusted with dew, making them look like they were set with diamonds. “Your music is perfect,” Lysander said quietly as he approached, not wanting to break the spell her playin

The words slip out sharper than I intend, slicing through the heavy silence as Lyra pulls me forward. But she doesn’t meet my eyes. Her gaze slides away from me, evasive, hiding something behind that rigid composure of hers. Instead, she flicks her wrist, checking the time, as if her watch can shield her from the weight of my question. “Time is going, Selene. And it is not on our side.”

Of the idiot who argued with the Lawgiver, who complained about porridge, who wouldn't be simplified. He looked down at the knot in his hand. He closed his fingers around it. And from within the absolute silence, a sound emerged. Not from his recorder. From *him*. A tiny, breathy, almost inaudible hum. It was the first three notes of the "Cobbler's Jig." The hummingbird knot flared. The soundless bubble around us *rippled*. Outside, Lyra began to stamp her feet in the *slap-slide-slide* rhythm of an old woman's dance. Kairi, abandoning all dignity, clapped his hands in a deliberately off-beat, complex counter-rhythm.

The reason was obvious too—they had been married for three years, but as they gradually learned about each other, Chuck must have realized that Lisa was not the type to look through other people's phones. The latest message was sent just half an hour ago. [Doing it in the car was fun, but so taxing… My legs are so weak that I can't walk now~] There was a selfie of the woman attached to the message, her legs turned inward so that the fairness of her thighs were more apparent. Her miniskirt didn't cover much, but it also made it all the more tempting to look… Chuck had already replied to it too. [Then don't beg me for more next time.]

Chapter 46 Lyra The rhythmic thrum of drums, tambourines, and cheerful singing filled the air, wrapping around us like a warm blanket. The beach party wasn’t just alive—it was vibrant, pulsing with joy and energy. The lights strung between palm trees twinkled above the crowd like tiny stars, casting a golden glow over the dancing couples. Everyone seemed to be in their own world, laughing, spinning, and swaying as if time had stopped for this one perfect evening.

Everyone looked at me—Cameron, Lily, even the twins. Scott walked behind them helping Solara get up. The vision came again. “Julie...” Lyra said “Oh, it’s a technique from the Aeternum Codex,” I explained, catching my breath. “It allows me to move my body in time without fully traveling across time itself—reappearing in positions I’ve been before.” The rest looked confused, except Lily. “I see. Moving your position in time. What’s the range.” “Small.” “Hmm, never should have doubted you,” she added with a nod.