— ZORYN —
I'm standing barefoot on warm stone, the ground etched with ancient lines that glow faintly beneath my feet. The air smells like smoke, sun-warmed metal, and desert roses.
I know this place.
I don't remember ever being here, but my body does.
Above me, the sky isn't a sky at all—it's a vast, living tapestry. Constellations shift like slow-moving waves in the ocean, rearranging themselves into shape after shape like they can't decide what they want to be.
At the center of the stone beneath me, a massive sigil burns into view.
A dragon's mark.
The lines spread outward, branching and intertwining with other symbols. The shapes are all different, emanating entirely separate energies… familiar energies.
I step back instinctively, heart hammering. I'm not sure I understand what this means, but there's something about it that's weighing on my chest.
"I don't…" I mutter.
The stone answers me.
