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Taste was an evocative sense too.

I remembered the fruits of that era, some tangy, others incredibly sweet, and the rich, spicy dishes we’d share during our long dinners.

But the most poignant memory was that of her lips, which held a hint of the fruits she loved so much.

Lost in these thoughts, I suddenly realized something that sent shivers down my spine.

In all our past lifetimes, Isla had always been that green-skinned species.

My memories of her, spanning millennia, had been consistent in that regard.

How could I have not seen it before?

Every incarnation, every shared experience had her in that form.

And yet, now, she was human.

Why?

What had changed this time?

What cosmic roll of dice had altered the course of our shared destinies?

I needed to understand, not out of mere curiosity, but out of a need to ensure our paths remained intertwined.

If something had changed in the very fabric of our reincarnations, I needed to know if it would threaten our ability to find each other in subsequent lives.

Turning to her, I watched as a smile crept on her lips, those beautiful lips that no longer held the taste of exotic fruits, but something just as sweet.

She seemed to sense my introspection and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me out of my thoughts and into the present.

“We have now, Thillak,” she whispered, a hint of tears in her eyes. “Let’s cherish it.”

But as we held each other, the mystery lingered in my mind, casting a long shadow on our otherwise radiant day.

The thought remained: what made this lifetime different?

* * *

The sun was starting its descent as Isla and I mounted our Hiikas for the journey back to the inn.

The valley, with its story-filled ruins, faded behind us, replaced by the scenic pathway lined with bioluminescent plants that glowed softly, giving the evening a dreamy, ethereal quality.

The ride was almost meditative.

The Hiikas moved with a rhythmic grace that resonated with the very heartbeat of the planet.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

Each breath felt purifying, as if the planet itself was sharing a part of its ancient wisdom with us.

Alongside us, flitting through the ever-darkening sky, were the Zireflyes.

These weren’t your typical dragonflies; they had broad wings with a span of nearly a foot, shimmering in a myriad of colors.

The Zireflyes emitted a soft, harmonious hum, which added to the musicality of the evening.

The luminescence from their abdomen painted fleeting streaks of light in the dim, creating an otherworldly display of nature’s brilliance.

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