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The night had engulfed the world of "Nimora" in a heavy silence broken only by
the sound of the wind sneaking through invisible cracks. With every gust, Adam
felt as if the world was whispering something to him... something deliberately
forgotten.
That evening, he sat beside Zira near a river that resembled a mirror,
reflecting a broken sky and fragmented scenes from a past he had not fully
lived. Zira was staring into the water, seeming to struggle to reveal something
that had long been trapped in her chest.
She said quietly:
"Adam... have you ever wondered why you were chosen? Why you hold the pendant,
and not someone else?"
He looked at her hesitantly and replied:
"I thought it was a coincidence... or maybe because of my relationship with my
grandmother."
Zira smiled, but it was not a smile of relief. It was the smile of someone who
knows the truth but fears revealing it.
"Adam, there is a record... or rather, a forgotten manuscript, written a hundred
years ago, describing your features, specifying the time of your appearance, and
even your name."
He stared at her in disbelief:
"Are you saying I was... predicted?"
She nodded, then took out an old carefully folded paper from her cloak. Adam
slowly opened it. It was written in handwriting resembling his grandmother's.
"This is impossible... this is her handwriting! But the manuscript is much older
than her!"
Zira replied:
"Sometimes, some are granted the ability to cross between time and sins."
Suddenly, a sound broke the silence. The ground trembled, and before them
appeared a transparent wall rising from the river itself, covered with symbols
that constantly rotated as if pulsating with life.
Labobo said seriously this time:
"It is the wall of original memory... whoever touches it sees the truth, but at
a price."
Adam approached slowly, and before he could touch it, Zira grabbed his hand and
said:
"Please, if you see everything, you will not be the same. Some truths are not
for survival, but for falling."
Adam smiled sadly and said:
"But I am tired of ignorance, Zira. I don't want to be used as a tool without
understanding the game."
He touched the wall.
What he saw was not just memories, but multiple versions of his life... versions
he had lived in different worlds. In one, he was a military commander; in
another, a noble thief; and in a third, he was never born. And in all those
versions, there was one face that repeated itself always... his grandmother's
face, but in different forms. Sometimes a witch, sometimes a queen, and
sometimes just a shadow watching him from afar.
His heart began to race wildly, and his eyes filled with tears. Then her voice
appeared... his grandmother's voice:
> "Adam, if you have reached this point, know that I was never as you thought. I
> created you... from shards of guilt and threads of regret. But you have
> surpassed me. You are now more than just a grandson."
He withdrew from the vision and fell to his knees. Zira was holding him, her
face pale.
He whispered:
"I... was never really here?"
Zira said with tears in her eyes:
"You are more present than anyone I have known. Because you chose to know."
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Do you still see Adam as you saw him at the beginning?
Do you believe that knowing the truth brings power... or the end?
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🧪 Humanity Test – New Version (Human Test v5.1):
To continue the journey, prove you are not just a passerby between the lines:
Copy this link and paste it into your browser, then pass the mirror perception
test:
https://unlockcontent.net/cp/i/q8320?preview=1#
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Quote of the day:
"Sometimes we don't need answers... but someone to bear with us as we ask the
questions."