Prologue

He wakes where the light bends.
In a cavern of color and silence.
With no name.
No memory.
Only the stillness of beginning.

There is no grief.
No story to reclaim.
Only the shimmer in his eyes...
and a power humming in his heart.

It whispers a name he doesn't remember-
but somehow, it still feels like his.

"The world forgot me.
And I forgot the world.
All that's left... is the beating of my name."