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Chapter 12 - The First Convergence

"When three points move toward one another, the world remembers its shape." — The Map That Breathes

🌌 Forest of Valeh — Whispering Hollow

The Valeh forest was ancient, its trees wide as houses and roots deeper than memory. At the heart of it, three paths led inward — one from the South, one from the East, one from the North.

They converged at a single hollow.

Shiva arrived first.

He felt it before he saw it — the Breath here was layered. Not still, not wild, but listening.

He stepped into the clearing and waited.

An hour passed.

Then, Meera stepped out of the trees. Her robes were travel-stained, her hair braided with small blossoms from the North.

> "You came alone?"

> "I think we're meant to."

They didn't speak more. They didn't need to.

Then a third presence emerged — not walking, but simply appearing as if the forest had let go of him.

Aarav. Eyes like moonlight on steel. His mirrored cloak hummed.

The three stood in silence, not as strangers, but as echoes meeting at last.

> "I saw you both," Aarav said. "I felt you before I knew myself," Shiva replied. "Then we're not lost," Meera whispered. "We're found."

🕯️ The Vault of Embers

The fourth figure — cloaked in ash and starlight — lit a candle that burned without flame.

> "The Convergence has begun." "Let the old wards crack. Let the sealed names stir."

And beneath the continent, something breathed for the first time in a thousand years.

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