Elara came to the village to disappear. Not in a dramatic way—just enough to quiet the noise in her head, to escape the life that had started to feel too loud, too heavy, too… wrong. She told herself the silence would help. That the forest, the river, the slow rhythm of a place untouched by time would give her something she hadn’t felt in months: peace. Instead, it gave her him. Alexander is not what she expected. He’s distant, guarded, and far too perceptive for someone she just met. He knows things he shouldn’t—like her name, like the way she thinks before she speaks. And the more time she spends around him, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s pulling her closer… or keeping something from her. Because something isn’t right. The village is too quiet. The forest feels like it’s watching. And the river—the same place where they met—seems to hold more than just reflections. When Elara starts noticing things that don’t quite make sense, Alexander is the only one who doesn’t dismiss them. But he doesn’t explain them either. He just tells her one thing: If something feels wrong… don’t stay long enough to understand it. But walking away isn’t as easy as it should be. Not when every unanswered question pulls her deeper. Not when every moment with him feels like something she’s been searching for without realizing it. And not when the truth—whatever it is—is already beginning to find her.