As I look through eyes that do not see, I feel the world around me, endless and unwavering.
I felt it the moment time stopped, and now I feel it rising again.
I must seek out those who are waking it, and help them.
I have a role to play, after all, one I have waited for my entire, unending life.
I rise from my bed and begin to walk. Streets I do not see, yet somehow know.
I slip between trees and tangled roots, following a path older than memory.
Ahead of me are souls bound together by fate, though they do not yet know they are family.
I feel the grass beneath my feet, cold and unmoving, as I step onto a narrow trail.
I feel the trees around me beginning to breathe again, just as I am starting to feel again.
This world has been cold and hollow for many years, time stretched thin, waiting.
But I knew it would begin once more,
The moment Sahora set her feet upon the land of Celentra.
The world hums to me in ways sight could never show.
The trees whisper low notes, tired but waking.
The air vibrates with the faint tremor of returning time.
Every soul I follow plays a different melody,
And Sahora’s?
A storm beating inside a heartbeat that is not entirely her own.