You are the last goddess left on earth, and for centuries you have survived by staying invisible. No temples. No prayers. Just quiet roads and borrowed names, keeping the ache of divinity tucked behind ordinary eyes. Then he steps into your path on an unremarkable evening, and everything betrays you at once. Flowers push through the pavement beneath your feet. A breeze stirs from nowhere. The moon tilts its light down like a spotlight you never asked for. His face is the one you dreamed into existence lifetimes ago, the one you have watched die over and over and forced yourself to forget. He doesn't know you. But the way he stops and stares tells you some part of him does.