High above the world, where the clouds knit themselves into soft white roads, there lived a boy who had not yet learned how brave he was.
His name was Aryan, and on the morning our story begins, the lanterns of Aetheria flickered without wind. The old shopkeeper looked up. The baker dropped his bread. And in the quiet between two heartbeats, the village changed.
Aryan did not yet know it, but the magic had been waiting for him for a very long time.
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