The Silent Sky Child
Long before Levie was born under the silent sky, He existed as something older than kings, older than kingdoms, older than the gods themselves. In his past life,
He was known as the Fate Weaver, a mortal who had discovered the secret of threads that bound all living things — threads that dictated destiny, birth, death, and the turn of the world.
He walked the lands as a shadow unseen, yet every ruler, every priest, every god knew his name.
He shaped kings, whispered secrets to empires, and carved prophecies so precise that even the gods trembled when they unfolded.
Yet power is never free. Every act He performed left a ripple, and soon the gods grew fearful. They whispered among themselves: “This mortal touches the world too much. He threatens what we control.”
It was not hatred that led him to vanish. It was foresight. Levie saw a vision — one where the gods would rise against him, the kingdoms would crumble, and countless lives would be extinguished simply because he existed. He could not stop the future without disappearing himself.
So he made the hardest choice a soul could make.
He wrote a prophecy — a line so precise, so absolute, that it would predict the coming savior. But he erased his own name from it.
He removed every trace of his existence from the world, every memory, every record. He became the unborn, the shadow that waited in the folds of time, unseen by gods and men alike.
His last act was one of love for life itself. He hid himself not to escape, but to protect the world from the power he wielded. Every thread he touched in his past life whispered a warning: “Do not follow me. The world is not ready.”
And then she died.
Not in battle. Not by godly wrath. He died in silence, His soul folded into the unseen spaces between destinies. Yet the threads he wove were not broken — they waited, patient and quiet, for the day she would return.
Now, centuries later, the world has shifted. The comet that should have heralded her reincarnation never appeared. But she came anyway — a child born without a star, a mortal outside destiny, a shadow that defies prophecy.
He is Levie.
He is the one who wrote fate itself.
And the world does not yet know what it has unleashed.
