Foreword

  Welcome to this story — a journey across distant worlds and fragile threads of time.

  For those who've forgotten their worth, and for anyone who still wants to believe:

  Thank you. Let's begin.

  ———

  They say the universe sings a song for every soul.

  I never heard mine.

  I don't know why I was born. Or why I'm still here.

  My life has been a slow drift through silence. Searching. Waiting.

  But somewhere in the dark, a voice found me.

  A voice that spoke of lost things.

  Of beauty buried beneath broken dreams.

  Of kindness surviving where even light refused to go.

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  It didn't scream.

  It didn't demand.

  It stayed — a fragile flame against the endless night.

  And it whispered a truth I wasn't ready for:

  That I was chosen.

  In a world abandoned by gods...

  Where stars crack and time bleeds into itself...

  I still carried a spark.

  For a long time, I thought it was madness.

  Until the night the sky opened.

  It wasn't rain that fell — it was ash.

  The moon fractured. The earth trembled.

  And from the wound in the sky, something descended.

  Not a man.

  Not a beast.

  But a presence — vast and ancient — unraveling the silence with a single word:

  "Found you."

  That's when my story truly began.

  Not with a choice.

  But with a reckoning.