When the Stars Remember...

She's had the same nightmares her whole life.
Fire that doesn't burn. A ground that hums back. Four figures she recognizes in her sleep and forgets the moment she wakes up. And a silver gaze that lingers in her chest long after everything else fades - steady, sorrowful, and impossibly familiar.
Elara has always written them off as anxiety. Overactive imagination. The kind of thing you learn to live with.
She's about to find out how wrong she is.
When a housing mix-up lands her at a sprawling villa near campus instead of the dorms, she meets four men who feel, inexplicably, like coming home. Nathaniel, whose warmth borders on blinding. Theo, still and deep in ways she can't quite name. Liam, who makes her feel like something long-buried is finally allowed to grow. And Julian - silver-eyed, elusive, and utterly distant - who looks at her like he's grieving something she doesn't remember losing.
She doesn't understand why she feels like she knows them.
She doesn't understand why being near them makes the nightmares louder.
She doesn't understand why, the closer she gets to the truth, the more the world around her starts to feel like a dream she's lived before.
The memories come the way they always have - in fragments. In flashes. In the kind of dreams that feel less like imagination and more like confession. Something in her recognizes these four men in a way that has nothing to do with this life, this campus, this ordinary world she thought she lived in. Something in her has always known.
She just doesn't remember what.
But something else does.
And the enemy did not forget what she did.

A slow-burn romantasy about reincarnation, celestial mythology, and the kind of love that survives the end of everything.
Contains: fated lovers, grumpy/sunshine, found family, past lives, and a mystery that spans lifetimes.