Elara felt a flutter in her chest. “I’d love that,” she replied, smiling.

Mira smiled, the kind of smile that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken stories. “I think the sea and the sky talk a lot about love,” she murmured. “They’re both endless, yet they meet in a single point, just like…”

Their story had just begun—two souls meeting on a moonlit pier, discovering that love, like the tide, comes and goes, but its imprint remains, shaping the shore of the heart forever.