Zeharra...
a world split in two.
One side of flesh,
the other made of light.
One sees — the other feels.
Here, every being is born twice:
once into their body,
and once into their silence.
Most forget the second birth.
Souls speak in colors.
Fear burns crimson,
hope shines gold,
and loneliness drifts in gray.
Every hue is a story —
every story, an echo.
But time faded those colors.
People buried their grief,
chained their longing,
and called the silence peace.
That silence became hunger.
And the hunger became the Void.
Not a creature,
not a god —
but an echo of all that was left unsaid.
Every broken promise,
every unspoken fear,
every love denied…
they gathered,
and the Void learned to breathe.
The Guardians of Light tried to cleanse it.
The Soulbinders hunted it.
Yet darkness returned each time —
because darkness was never the enemy.
It was remembrance.
And one day,
a soul born in violet
chose to listen instead of fight.
Her name was Lian.
And in her silence,
the Void found its voice.
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> "Light may silence the dark...
but silence still remembers."