The sound of rushing wind filled my ears.
When I opened my eyes, the sky was not the one I remembered.
No familiar stars, no pale moon hanging in silence—only a canvas of violet clouds drifting across an endless horizon.
I tried to breathe, but my chest felt heavy. It wasn't pain—it was the weight of something far deeper.
Memories.
Fragments of another life.
Laughter of people I couldn't recall by name.
Battles I had fought and lost.
A promise I made—to someone I couldn't yet remember.
And yet… here I was. Alive. Awake. Different.
I looked down at my hands. They were not the ones I remembered. The skin, the shape, the strength—it was as though the world had written me into another body.
Reincarnation? Rebirth? Regression? No… it was something far stranger.
A whisper echoed in my head.
> "Keeper…"
The word struck me like a blade. My chest tightened, my blood burned, and visions poured into my mind.
I saw fire consuming cities. I saw gods collapsing into dust. I saw endless dimensions splitting apart like shattered glass.
And standing among it all—
A lone figure wielding power strong enough to defy the will of the cosmos itself.
That figure was me.
"…What am I?" I whispered.
The wind did not answer. The violet sky did not shift.
But deep in my soul, I felt it—this was not just the beginning of another life.
It was the reopening of a path I had once walked before.
A path toward forgotten promises.
A path where memories would become both my curse… and my only weapon.
And this time, I swore, I would not fail.