Sixteen years ago, far beyond the reach of Earth's sky, there existed a planet known as Ceylon — a world bathed in golden sands and deep blue light. Towering crystal spires rose from its cities, scattering sunlight like a thousand rainbows. Rivers of shimmering silver cut through endless deserts, and in the skies floated glowing islands that drifted lazily among clouds tinged with violet and gold.
At the heart of this magnificent world lay the grand Celestian Kingdom, a city of elegance and wisdom, ruled by a lineage of kings whose names were whispered with reverence across the stars. And in one quiet, candle-lit corner of the palace, a child was born — the prince of Ceylon.
No one knew it then, but his birth would mark the beginning of a story that would ripple across the universe.
The moment he let out his first cry, the very fabric of the cosmos seemed to shift. Stars shimmered in intricate patterns, casting flickers of light across distant galaxies. Winds carried a soft, melodic hum that resonated deep in the hearts of those who heard it. A ripple of unusual energy spread through every corner of existence — not frightening, but unique, vibrant, and alive with promise.
Moments later, a gentler wave of the same energy pulsed across the universe. Subtle, almost imperceptible, yet unmistakable, it carried the same strange essence as the first — a whisper of hope and power intertwined.
Far from the golden sands and glittering skies of Ceylon, in a fortress hidden among drifting mists and shadowed towers, the villain stirred. His chamber was dark and silent, lit only by faint flickers of crimson firelight. A shiver ran through him, subtle but undeniable. Somewhere, across the vastness of space, the faint echo of that unusual energy reached him — weak, distant, but utterly fascinating.
His eyes narrowed, a mixture of curiosity, calculation, and something deeper flashing across his face. "What… is this?" he whispered, his voice slicing through the stillness. The energy, though faint, resonated deep inside him, awakening a sense he had never known. He did not understand it — yet he could not ignore it.
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At that very moment, far from the stars and golden sands of Ceylon, the main character stirred in his sleep on Earth. A vivid dream,.. unlike any he had ever experienced, slowly lifted him from slumber. His eyes fluttered open just as a gentle voice echoed through the room:
"Kartik, my son, it's time to wake up."