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“We were younger than we are now, perhaps more reckless,” I continued. “Our love was still new, untested by the trials of time and space. The world outside was hostile, but here, in this valley, we found refuge.”
A soft smile played on her lips. “I remember a house,” she whispered. “A big house.”
My heart raced at her words, the same way it did all those lifetimes ago when we discovered that very place.
Guided by memory, I steered my Hiika towards a trail barely visible amongst the thickets.
The journey was filled with both silence and shared laughter, moments of quiet reflection, and sudden bursts of joy as memories became more vivid.
The sound of Isla’s laughter was like a timeless melody, echoing through lifetimes.
Our Hiikas, sensing our shared joy, seemed to move more energetically, their every step resonating with our shared heartbeat.
As the sun began to lower, painting the sky in hues of oranges and purples, the trail led us to the edge of a dense forest.
The trees, tall and ancient, whispered tales of times gone by.
Their bark felt rough and cool under my fingers, and the symphony of life within the forest was both haunting and beautiful.
And then, just as the last rays of the sun kissed the horizon, we saw it.
Hidden away in a clearing stood the old house, just as Isla remembered.
Though time had weathered its once grand walls and the garden was overrun with wild foliage, the essence of the place remained untouched.
I dismounted, the smell of the ancient woods filling my nostrils.
Walking up to the entrance, I pushed open the door, its hinges groaning in protest.
Inside, the house was empty, save for the echoes of our shared past.
Isla joined me, her hand finding mine. “This place,” she whispered, “it feels like… home.”
“It was,” I replied, pulling her close. “And it can be again, even if just for a little while.”
The house, despite its emptiness, held warmth, memories of love and refuge resonating within its walls.
We had come full circle once again, our journey through the stars always leading us back to each other.
As night enveloped the valley, we settled in.
The old house might have been forgotten by many, but to us, it was a symbol of timeless love, of lifetimes spent together and the promise of many more to come.
* * *
We wandered deeper into the house, our footsteps muffled by the thick layer of dust that carpeted the floor.
Each room held echoes of our shared past.
The fading walls, though peeling and cracked, bore witness to moments of passion and serenity.
As we moved from one room to the next, the air was thick with nostalgia, a heady mixture of the old wood, forgotten memories, and the remnants of wildflowers that once adorned the space.
“The kitchen,” I said, my voice heavy with emotion, leading her to the back.
The wooden counters had withstood the test of time, and even the old ceramic stove sat untouched, as if waiting for its masters to return. “We used to cook here. I remember the smell of the herbs we’d found in the garden, how they’d sizzle and pop in the pan.”
My senses tingled at the phantom aroma, a blend of warmth and spices.
