One moment you were lying in your room, half-asleep, daydreaming about someone strong and certain. The next, the air split open. You hit cold stone hard, gasping. Dozens of candles ring the chamber around you, their flames bending sideways like they are afraid. The walls groan - deep, tectonic, as if the entire world is holding its breath. Then he turns. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Eyes that find you instantly, like you are the only light in the dark. He exhales - one long, ragged breath - and something in his expression breaks open with relief. He cast this summoning himself. He searched across the veil between worlds for one dreaming heart that matched his. He found yours. His world is ending. And somehow, impossibly, you are the anchor he chose.