Love in the Echoes of Time

Evelyn's heart pounded as she and Rosaline weaved through the garden's narrow pathways, their feet barely making a sound against the soft earth. The whisper still echoed in her mind, chilling her more than the night air.

"Find the door before it's too late."

A door. What door? And why did the voice sound so desperate?

"This way." Rosaline tugged on her wrist, leading her toward an overgrown archway at the far end of the garden. It was partially hidden behind tangled ivy and moonlit wisteria. Beyond it, a stone pathway stretched toward an abandoned part of the estate Evelyn had never seen before.

"Where are we going?" Evelyn asked, her voice hushed.

"To a place Davenport avoids," Rosaline replied. "The old greenhouse."

They hurried along the path, the whisper still lingering in the air around them. The deeper they ventured, the more Evelyn felt an inexplicable pull in her chest, as if something unseen was guiding her forward.

Finally, they reached it.

The greenhouse stood in eerie silence, its once-grand glass walls now shattered in places, vines creeping through the broken structure. The iron framework was rusted, the door barely hanging onto its hinges. A strange energy pulsed from within.

Rosaline hesitated. "Evelyn… are you sure you want to go in?"

Evelyn tightened her grip on the book. If the whispers were leading her here, then this was where she needed to be. "I have to."

Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door.

The air inside was thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten secrets. The glass ceiling allowed silver moonlight to spill into the space, illuminating a single object at the center of the room.

A door.

But it led to nowhere.

It was freestanding, a grand wooden door with intricate carvings lining its edges, standing alone amidst the overgrown foliage. No walls. No structure behind it. Just a door.

Evelyn stepped closer, her fingers tracing the patterns carved into the wood. They were symbols she didn't recognize, but something about them felt… familiar.

"This door wasn't here before," Rosaline whispered in awe. "I swear it wasn't."

Evelyn barely heard her. The book in her hands grew warm, almost as if it was reacting to the presence of the door. As if… it was connected to it.

A gust of wind swept through the greenhouse, rattling the glass panes above them. Evelyn swallowed hard and looked at Rosaline. "I think this is the door the voice was talking about."

Rosaline's brows furrowed. "But where does it lead?"

Evelyn wasn't sure.

But she had a feeling she was about to find out.