Undeterred, he knelt outside the temple, his voice a heartfelt entreaty as he pleaded, âPlease save my wife and baby.
I am willing to pay any price.
â
Mindy, enshrouded in a veil of mystery, sat in contemplation.
Despite his refusal, Waylenâs fervor touched something within him.
The discipleâs report prompted a decision.
The veil of snow intensified, a curtain of white separating heaven and earth.
Waylenâs figure, resolute in its purpose, knelt before the door.
In the temple, the disciple whispered to Mindy, âHe is still here!â Mindy, a figure of enigma, sighed with a mixture of pity and gravity, âSuch tangled destinies.
Invite him in.
â
The disciple immediately ran out and let Waylen in.
Minutes Later, Waylen stumbled into the temple, his complexion pallid.
Mindyâs voice, a whisper of guidance, pierced the silence.
âThere is a glimmer of hope.
However, to exchange their fate, you must embrace their suffering.
Are you prepared to make such a sacrifice? But if you fall into the Inferno, not only canât you save her, but you may also be doomed and can never return to this kaleidoscopic world.
â
He thought that Waylen had to think about it one more time.
After all, his Life would be at risk.
In the face of this dire choice, Waylenâs answer came without hesitation.
âI am willing to endure their suffering in their stead.
â
Mindyâs eyes closed briefly, a sigh escaping his Lips.
âYou and she are fated to be entwined by the remnants of your past.
The karmic ties that bind you have woven a complex tapestry of intertwined lives.
â Undeterred, Waylenâs resolve remained steadfast.
âI accept this fate.
I will bear their suffering.
â
Mindyâs touch, gentle yet laden with a weighty promise, settled on Waylenâs head.
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âAs you wish.
â
A blinding light engulfed Waylen, a cascade of memories flooding his consciousness.
Images flickered.
He saw their first encounter, love blossoming in their shared apartment, the exquisite piano that became a symbol of their bond, and the tears that marked their journey.
The past danced before his eyes, a bittersweet symphony of moments etched into his heart.
As the memories coalesced, Waylen felt himself pulled into a world of dreams, the boundaries between reality and illusion fading into obscurity.
When everything was done, the scene unfolded before his eyes was the birdsâ singing and flowersâ fragrance that filled the air.
And then, as if guided by fateâs hand, he found himself standing on the platanus-lined path of Duefron Music School.
Golden sunlight bathed him in its warmth, a nostalgic embrace that enveloped him.
Before him walked a figure, graceful and youthful.
Rena, at the tender age of twenty, approached, her presence a breath of fresh air in a world hued by nostalgia and memory.