He is the Observer. His name is Arvinda. He is still alive, hidden somewhere in Shorika, a remnant of an ancient community long forgotten by time. The book spoke of him in hushed tones, intertwined with tales of prana—an energy beyond ordinary understanding. Alvin didn't fully grasp it yet, but he knew one thing: prana was the reason Arvinda endured, why he remained, untouched by centuries.
Arvinda had stopped breathing, existing in a state called Jiva Samadhi, suspended between life and death. He survived on hope, fueled by devotion to a strange, forgotten god. He believed this deity had appointed him a task—one that spanned ages and epochs.
Stories of his existence appeared in every epoch, but humans of the land never noticed him. He wandered freely through Shorika, a living legend, a figure invisible yet steeped in history.
