Heart across centuries: echoes of the silent abyss

Chapter 1:familiar echoes

In the dim glow of Prince Sung Woo's private chamber,
Two friends sat, their bond a silent ember.
Jung Wook, with eyes of longing, spoke his heart,
"Everyone admires you, I just wanted to be like you *a hero*."

Sung Woo's smile was gentle, a balm to the soul,
"But everyone likes you too," he said, making him whole.
A knock on the door, a servant's humble plea,
"Your Highness, Princess Hye-Jin seeks thee."

"Let her in," the Prince's voice, cold as the night,
Hye-Jin entered, her presence a delicate plight.
"Why have you come?" he asked, not meeting her gaze,
"I just came to see you," she replied, her voice a haze.

"Hye-Jin, the Emperor's wish does not grant you the right,
To visit me daily or do as you might.
You know well my feelings, they remain unchanged,
I do not like you," his words, cold and estranged.

Jung Wook, with a heart that felt the sting,
"Why speak so harshly?" he asked, hoping to bring
A softer tone to his friend's icy demeanor,
But Sung Woo's resolve was firm, his heart no leaner.

"You know her ways," he said, pointing at her with disdain,
Hye-Jin bowed, her smile hiding the pain.
"Forgive me for intruding, I shall take my leave,"
"Let me see you off," Jung Wook offered, hoping to relieve.

"No, thank you, Lord Jung Wook, I wish not to impose,"
She turned and left, her heart heavy with woes.
In the chamber, silence fell once more,
Two friends, a prince, and a love forlorn.
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She  looked confused, lost in the city's maze,
A crossroad where destiny's whispers played.
Horns blared, a cacophony of urban strife,
And she wondered, "Where am I in this life?"

The sun hung low, casting shadows long,
As if time itself had twisted and gone wrong.
"Eclipse?" she whispered, her heart aflutter,
Seeking answers from the sky's silent shutter.

Beside her stood an old lady, wise and serene,
Her eyes holding secrets, memories unseen.
"You've been here before," the lady said,
"Across ancient ages, where destinies thread."

"Me?" she pointed, disbelief in her gaze,
The past collided with her present days.
"Yes," the old lady affirmed, voice low,
"Once, in forgotten realms, your footsteps did go."

Before she could question, fate intervened,
A black van halted, a scene unforeseen.
A young lady emerged, urgency in her plea,
"Miss Hye, where have you been? We've searched for you everywhere."

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Four hours earlier, at the police station's door,
Ji Hyun pleaded, "My sister wouldn't take her own life."
The officer's cold reply echoed despair,
"It's suicide, not murder. The truth laid bare."

Kim Song, steadfast, took Ji Hyun's hand,
Guiding her away from the case's shifting sand.
His car veered off the familiar route they tread,
To a penthouse refuge where secrets bled.

"Thank you," Ji Hyun murmured, heart aflutter,
Kim Song's "never mind,she is my sister also"
er friend, her buffer.
Yet unease settled, a storm in her chest,
As if fate's dice were cast, leaving her distressed.

Inside the penthouse's opulent embrace,
Kim Song's query pierced her fragile space:
"The USB," he demanded, eyes ablaze,
Ji-Seo Dan's legacy, a puzzle to unmaze.

Fear clenched Ji Hyun's throat, her pulse wild "which USB?" She asked in fear

"The one Seo Dan gave you before she died," he said

Seo Dan gift—did it hide truth or guile?
But betrayal loomed, unexpected and stark,
Her sister's, a painful mark.

He called his personal bodyguard to search her