Aria and Kieran exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of Yuna’s words pressing down on them. Aria stepped forward, her voice trembling but resolute. “What truth are you talking about? We’ve seen glimpses of our past, but none of it makes sense.”
Yuna’s glowing eyes softened. “The crimson threads are more than symbols of fate; they are mirrors of the choices and sacrifices you made in your past lives. Your bond was forged in love but cursed in betrayal. To break the cycle, you must understand the events that led to your binding.”
Kieran frowned, his hands curling into fists. “How do we do that?”
Yuna gestured to the threads that floated around them. “Follow the threads. Each one will reveal a fragment of your shared history. But be warned—reliving your past may bring pain, regret, and even doubt about the bond you share.”
Aria hesitated, her pulse quickening. The idea of uncovering the truth both terrified and intrigued her. “What if we don’t want to see it?” she asked.
“Then you will remain bound,” Yuna said simply. “The curse will endure, and your souls will be trapped in this cycle forever.”
Kieran met Aria’s gaze, determination in his eyes. “We can’t live like this anymore. We need to know.”
With a deep breath, they reached for the nearest thread.