Just Believe!

Liam and Aria met on a rainy October evening in a busy city, where ambition met daily life. From the first conversation, it was clear: Liam was energetic and confident, always seeking challenges and new experiences. Aria, on the other hand, carried a quiet intensity. She observed, analyzed, and understood people in ways that made her presence calming and grounding. Their connection was immediate, a spark that felt natural. Liam’s boldness encouraged Aria to take risks and step outside her comfort zone. Aria’s insight tempered Liam’s impulsiveness; she offered perspective and support. Together, they were a team—creative, dynamic, and motivating for each other. At first, everything felt easy. Ideas flowed, conversations lingered into the night, and shared laughter made even ordinary days feel special. They inspired each other—Liam became more focused, and Aria felt more confident. It seemed as if their meeting was meant to be, two people encouraging each other to grow. Yet, difference...

Elara first met Simster and Desins on a night when the air itself seemed undecided. The wind shifted directions without reason, the moon flickered behind clouds that moved too fast, and the candles on her windowsill burned with blue-edged flames. Elara knew better than to ignore signs like these. She had learned, long ago, that the world whispered before it spoke aloud. She stepped outside, barefoot on cold stone. That was when the wind spoke. “Still curious, little star-walker?” said a voice like laughter caught inside a storm. From the shadows emerged Simster , his form half-smoke, half-light, eyes glowing with playful danger. Beside him appeared Desins , quieter, darker, shaped like a silhouette carved from night itself. His presence bent the silence rather than breaking it. “You called without knowing you called,” Desins said calmly. “I didn’t summon anyone,” Elara replied, though her voice did not tremble. “But I’m not surprised you came.” Simster grinned. “Humans alway...

Block C was like any other apartment building in the city—grey, noisy, always under repair but never fixed. People hurried through their days: jobs they hated, bills they feared, arguments with partners, children they didn’t know how to raise but tried anyway. Among them lived Mara , a quiet woman who worked evenings at a small grocery store. Nobody really noticed her. She didn’t gossip on the stairs, didn’t compare salaries, didn’t complain loudly about husbands or in-laws. She simply lived. But strange things happened around her. It started with the elevator. One night, coming home late, she stepped into the old metal cabin. The lights flickered—normal. The humming was odd but acceptable. Then the elevator stopped between floors, and she heard it: A whisper. “Not you. The others.” Mara froze. “What?” The whisper grew, layered with something ancient. “Those who sleep through their own lives. Those who fear mystery more than truth.” Mara pressed the emergency button. Nothing...

The fog rolled over the abandoned harbor like a living thing, swallowing streetlamps, swallowing silence. Few people ever walked there after midnight—except for Elara . Something had been calling to her for weeks, a whisper threading through dreams, a pulse beneath reality. That night, she stepped onto the cracked wooden pier, lantern in hand. A cold voice drifted from behind her. “You heard it too.” Elara didn’t turn. “Simster… I knew it was you.” The djinn materialized from the mist, his form stretched thin like smoke trying to remember it once had bones. “The Echo Gate stirs again.” A second presence rippled the air. Desins appeared beside her, his golden aura dimmer than usual, as if the fog were feeding on its light. “Something is crossing,” he said softly. “Something that should not.” Elara tightened her grip on the lantern. “Why call me? What can I do?” Simster tilted his head, listening to a whisper only he could hear. “Because the world beyond carries your name t...