Tavian always felt something stirring in his chest, like a flame smothered beneath layers of ash. Some called it madness. Others said it was longing. But Tavian knew—deep in his bones—it was memory.

One night, while wandering beyond the edge of the village, Tavian found an ancient doorway carved into a blackened stone cliff. Symbols older than time itself glowed faintly along the archway, pulsing like the beat of a distant heart. As he touched the stone, a voice—not loud, but eternal—spoke in his mind:

“Rise from thy darkness into the Light.”

He stepped through.