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But I wasn’t keeping track of the pool for beauty or aesthetics.
It was about something more profound, something intangible.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was searching for, but every fiber of my being told me I’d recognize it when I saw it.
Flipping through the photos, a sensation gripped me.
It was as if my sense of taste was suddenly awakened, and instead of the usual blandness, I tasted something sweet, like the first drop of rain after a long drought.
My fingers grazed a particular photo, and everything else faded into oblivion.
She was ethereal, her eyes holding the vastness of space and the warmth of a thousand suns.
A soft cascade of brown hair framed her face, and the curve of her lips hinted at mysteries untold.
But what truly struck me was the name etched at the bottom:
Isla.
Shock coursed through me, jolting my senses.
The scent of fresh ink grew more potent, the hum of the spaceship more profound, and the photo’s texture seemed to pulsate under my fingertips.
Without realizing, the papers slipped from my grasp, scattering onto the ground in a chaotic dance.
The universe had always been a vast, complex tapestry of events and emotions.
Yet, at this moment, everything seemed to converge to this single point, this single face.
Who was she?
Where did she come from?
Questions surged like a torrential downpour, overwhelming in their intensity.
Gathering the fallen photos, I decided on my next course of action.
I had to meet her, this enigmatic Isla.
Not out of mere curiosity but because the universe, with its playful nudges and whimsical ways, seemed to be pointing me toward her.
Could she be the one?
The missing piece in the vast puzzle of my life?
Somehow I knew she was, although I couldn’t understand how I knew that.
The weight of the photo in my hand felt like a conduit, connecting me to the unseen and unknown.
The shimmering tendrils of the universe seemed to wrap around me, drawing me into its embrace.
As I continued to gaze upon Isla’s face, a sudden gust of cold air filled the room.
I felt a pull, an inexorable force that threatened to sweep me away from the tangible into the ethereal.
Then, without warning, the room dissolved.
I was standing in an unfamiliar place.
