As days turned into weeks, their rendezvous grew more frequent. Typical lovestruck puppies in face of their treats, they were inseparable. Connected but their two compatible industries, they were glued to one another. Absolutely lovely and blissful times.

However, the pressure of maintaining their illusions began to weigh heavily. The more they dig deep into each other’s lives, with treasures underneath there are burried skeletons as well.

Amali’s mind spiraled with paranoia and constant enxiety. What if someone recognized her true self? When she found a spectral photograph of Mark at the gala, he stood before the same antique shop where she found the earring months ago. What was that about?like her earing, his watching seems to be glued to his wrist. Odd. She felt cold dread; could he possess an item of power as well? Stupid suspicion but intriguing.

Anxiety led her to confront him. In a moment of vulnerability, she plead to let her see his watch. That means taking it of to risk exposure.

Mark’s heart raced, not for fear of being exposed, but for the realization that he too had changed since their initial meeting. His unaltered connection to her and commitment bulldozed through all odds and took off his watch.

Amali was astounded with mouth agape and hands covering her mouth, she stared at the new but original partner. She released her and and let them fall on her sides, it was as though there was a mechanism within her that probed her to do the same. Her hand fell to her ear and returned with her earing, leaving behind the Amali that stood within her all this time.

In a twist of fate, they discovered they were both tied to the same concealment, a web spun from magical items that altered their realities.