Perhaps in another world, we were never meant to be human. Perhaps we were gods — with our own heaven, our own kingdom, and an eternity that belonged only to us. We found each other there, beyond the reach of time and fate, where nothing could tear us apart. But somehow, we were pulled from that world and left on opposite sides of everything that keeps two souls apart. And still, our hands remember the way back to each other. Maybe that is what love is — finding the same soul across lifetimes, across worlds, across everything that was meant to separate us. Maybe, in another world, we were the gods we could have been — if time, fate, and this world had ever allowed us to remain together.