As Alma and Viento walked together through the vast and shadowy landscape, each step seemed to resonate with an echo from the past. The ruins of what was once a thriving civilization stood like ghosts, their walls covered in vines and their paths broken by the roots of trees that had taken over. The air was charged with a strange, almost palpable energy that seemed to whisper ancient secrets.

The connection between them grew stronger. Although they barely knew each other, they felt a deep familiarity, as if their souls had been intertwined for eons. They decided to investigate an ancient temple that stood in the heart of the city, a monument that had withstood the test of time and decay.

Alma and Viento walked through the dark corridors of the temple, guided only by the light of a lantern Viento had found on their way. The shadows danced on the walls, creating figures that seemed to tell stories of a forgotten time. Finally, they reached a central hall adorned with worn mosaics and sculptures of forgotten gods.

"This place... it feels familiar," murmured Alma, reaching out to touch one of the sculptures. The stone was cold and rough under her fingers.

Viento nodded, carefully observing the details of the mosaics. "It's like we've been here before. But how is that possible?"

As they explored the hall, they found a pedestal in the center with inscriptions in an ancient language neither could read. They decided to hold hands again, hoping the visions would reveal more fragments of their past.

As their fingers intertwined, the temple filled with a blinding light, and they were transported to another era. This time, they saw themselves at a grand banquet, surrounded by festive figures. The couple from the vision danced under the stars, their faces illuminated by pure and sincere joy. They could feel the music vibrating in the air, the scents of the feast filling their senses. And then, they knew. That couple was them in another life, celebrating a moment of peace and prosperity.

They awoke from the vision with tears in their eyes, their hands still intertwined. The echo of the music and laughter slowly faded, leaving them with a sense of emptiness.

"We were happy," said Alma, her voice breaking. "But something terrible happened."

Viento squeezed her hand. "We need to find out what happened. These visions are the key to understanding our purpose here."

They decided to continue their search, exploring every corner of the temple for clues. They found inscriptions that told the story of a great betrayal, of a broken pact that had led to the fall of their civilization. The pieces of the puzzle began to fit together, but many questions remained unanswered.

Alma and Viento's determination grew with each revelation. They knew they couldn't face the dark forces surrounding them without fully understanding their past. But together, they felt they could overcome any obstacle, guided by the bond that united them.

As they ventured into the night, the promise of new visions and answers drove them forward. The path ahead would be arduous and dangerous, but they were ready to face it, hand in hand, soul to soul.