At Fortich High, where dreams were loud and the future felt endless, Samantha Gomez and Anthony Velasco found something real - a friendship that slowly grew into something more. Between laughter, late-night talks, and unspoken promises, they became each other's constant in a world that wouldn't stop changing. But as time moved forward and life began to pull them apart. Samantha rises in the world of fashion-design industry, while Anthony builds his path in the corporate realm. And years later, they still carry the same memories, the same what ifs, and the same ache of unfinished stories. She wanted to design her own world, and he just wanted to be part of hers. From high school hallways to college corridors, they built something that felt endless - until life taught them how easily forever can fade. Maybe some strings don't end - they simply rest, until the stars align once more. He became her unfinished story. She became his reason to start again. (taglish)

dear reader, I welcome you to the world of astryvell. may you enjoy your astryvellian journey inside this book. When moonlight weaves with silver thread, The crown shall rest upon her head. Born of the air, the storm, the flame, One shall rise to bear the name. The eldest child, with eyes of sea, Shall guard the realms of destiny. Her voice the wind, her heart the skies, Through her, the world shall fall-or rise. Yet fire burns where envy lies, A heart that yearns, a crown denied. The youngest child, with ember's flame, Shall test the heavens, stake her claim. Her path of ash, her will of fire, Could raise the world-or feed desire. Should flame consume the bond of kin, The war of crowns shall then begin.

What would you do if, one day, life and death themselves stood before you-telling you that you did nothing, yet everything you could, for the loss of ten people who once meant the world to you? Would you dare to travel through ten-no, twelve different timelines to save them, one by one? "In every grain that falls through the hourglass lies a life to be cherished, not tormented. For when selfishness strikes at the moment of golden luck, there may be no way to revive what was meant to remain." - Tenth of Thirteen Dimensions | TOTD ⏳