The night sky rippled like a canvas dipped in liquid fire. Stars bent and danced in strange geometries, as if the universe itself were breathing. Kael, a wanderer of broken worlds, stood on the edge of the cliff, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with the cosmos. His body ached, but his spirit burned.
Ever since the age of ten, Kael had felt a strange vibration in his blood—an ancient rhythm calling him toward a destiny unseen. Villagers whispered he was cursed, a boy haunted by visions of colors that did not exist, of music no ear could hear. But he knew. Deep down, he knew he was more.
The stars pulsed harder. His pupils dilated, and suddenly the heavens burst open with a storm of kaleidoscopic light. He fell to his knees. A voice thundered inside his skull: "Child of fire and dream, awaken."
Kael gasped, his body convulsing. Then—silence. The night sky stilled. The voice faded. Only the echo of power remained.