[ Location: Beneath the Banyan, Before Dawn ]
The wind was gentler now. The forest, once wrapped in night's silence, had begun its slow shift toward dawn. The horizon had not yet brightened, but the stars were softening, fading like forgotten dreams. And beneath the ancient banyan, two figures remained—bound not by words, but by something deeper.
Aarav hadn't slept. Not fully. Not since the vision.
He sat leaning slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes tracing the patterns of roots beneath him. His breath was steady, but his heart still echoed with the strange words he'd heard.
You were seen… before you were named.
What did it mean? And why did it feel more real than anything he had ever been told?
Beside him, the guide stirred.
Not with sudden energy, but with the slow movement of someone returning—not just from rest, but from another realm altogether. His eyes opened—both this time. Bloodshot, rimmed with weariness, but alert.
"You remained," the guide said, voice still coarse.
Aarav looked at him. "Where else would I go?"
The guide gave a faint smile, more in his eyes than on his lips. "Most would run after such a glimpse."
"It didn't scare me," Aarav said.
"No," the guide said. "It called you."
Silence passed between them. But unlike before, this silence wasn't empty. It felt like a space deliberately held, waiting for something unspoken to rise.
"What was that vision?" Aarav finally asked.
The guide shifted, propping himself slightly against a root. He winced, but said nothing about the pain.
"Truth comes in fragments," he said. "Rarely in full. Especially at first."
"So it was true?"
The guide's eyes flickered toward the high branches. "Let me ask you this: did it feel more like a dream, or a memory?"
Aarav hesitated. "Neither," he said. "Or… both. Like I was remembering something I never knew I forgot."
"Then it was true enough," the guide said.
A breeze moved through the banyan's limbs, stirring the air as if the tree itself was listening.
"There was a figure," Aarav said slowly. "It said… I was seen. Before I was named."
The guide closed his eyes for a moment, as if savoring or weighing the words. "Some truths belong to the soul, not the mind. They arrive before language can shape them. Before the world tells you who you are."
"So… am I remembering my soul?" Aarav asked.
"You're remembering that it remembers," the guide replied.
Another pause.
"I don't know what to do with it," Aarav admitted. "It's beautiful… but also empty. Like holding something I can't explain."
The guide opened his eyes again, and for the first time, his gaze met Aarav's directly.
"You're not meant to explain it," he said. "You're meant to live it. And to protect it. Because once the world begins speaking again, it will try to convince you it was nothing."
Aarav nodded slowly, absorbing the words like dry earth drinks first rain.
The guide leaned his head back against the trunk. "You asked before… if you're remembering."
"Yes."
"I think you are," the guide said. "But remember this: memory can awaken joy, or it can awaken pain. Both are valid. But both must be faced."
Aarav frowned. "Are you saying there's more?"
The guide didn't answer directly. Instead, he murmured, "There's always more. The soul is not a chapter—it's a thread."
"A thread?"
"Woven beneath all stories. It connects. It binds. Sometimes invisibly. But if you follow it…" He trailed off.
"What?"
"You may arrive at a place where words no longer matter. And that… is where real knowing begins."
A soft silence followed. Then the sky shifted—a hint of indigo blooming above the horizon.
The guide's eyes began to close again, exhaustion reclaiming him. But before surrendering to rest, he spoke one last time.
"You'll dream again, Aarav. Not all visions come with closed eyes."
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