Eclipsed Reckoning : In the hush of obscurity, truth demands its reckoning.

Some separations are inevitable. Others are orchestrated.

Ohm and Nanon were never supposed to fall apart like this. Not like strangers passing in the dark, not like echoes slipping from memory.

At first, it seemed like the scandal was to blame-the weight of scrutiny, the pressure to distance themselves, the unraveling of things neither of them dared name aloud. But then, the shifts began.

Calls left unanswered-not ignored, but never received. Places that should have felt familiar suddenly emptied of any trace of the past. And worst of all, the growing silence-the kind that didn't feel like absence, but erasure.

Something was pulling them apart. Something deliberate.

Was it industry forces, reshaping their narrative? The consequences of a mistake neither of them fully understood? Or was it something else-something neither of them could fight, because neither of them could see?

Because with each passing day, with each fleeting attempt to stay tethered to what once was, the distance between them grows deeper, heavier-until the question is no longer if they'll find their way back to each other.

It's whether they'll remember they were ever there at all.