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Everything began the moment the sky lost its color.
Not blue, not gray—only a still, heavy mist lingered above the town like an eye too tired to cry, but still wet.
They say that in every night, a secret is buried.
But the night in this land had stretched so long that people forgot the secrets...
And all that remained was fear.
In the midst of that darkness lived a boy with eyes the color of rain—
His name was Avar, the last child of a lineage called the Keepers of Light.
But he never believed there was anything inside him that could stand against the dark.
Avar had grown up in a border village called Leilasa,
a place where the sun had set for the last time years ago—and never rose again.
No one sang anymore.
No child ran freely
Even the trees had surrendered their leaves like memories given to the wind.
That night, cold and crushing, was like all the others—
only heavier.
Avar sat alone in his small room,
behind a window that opened only to a blank wall.
A single candle flickered on the desk beside him, and his trembling hands turned the pages of his father's dust-covered journal…
Pages he had never dared to read.
"Light is born from within, not the sky."
Scrawled in weak, uneven ink—perhaps the last words of a broken man.
Just then, a faint tap against the window glass broke the silence.
At first, he thought it was the wind. Or maybe his imagination.
But as he stepped closer…
He saw it.
A light.
Not from the moon. Not from the candle.
A pale, silver glow spilled through a crack in the wall—
flickering, trembling… alive.
It was breathing.
With hesitation, he reached out.
The light clung to his fingertips like a drop of time.
Suddenly, the air in the room changed—warm, thick, like the sky before a storm.
And then he heard a voice.
Soft. Drawn out. Like the whisper of soil:
"You haven't forgotten, have you…"
His feet moved on their own.
He passed through the room—through the wall—
and found himself standing in a forest that should not exist.
Bent trees. Torn skies.
And a faceless girl scattering snow over ash, whispering as she moved:
"If you want the truth, you must first awaken the lies buried inside you."
And so Avar's journey began…
Not to save the world,
but to understand why the world had forgotten him.
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