They didn’t just cast you out — they erased your name, your place, your past. But the world didn’t break you. It forged you.
Every step you take carries the memory of what was lost. Every breath is a reminder of what you survived. Your strength is carved from pain… and your fear is that belonging might hurt even more.
Tonight, the wind shifts. A distant call echoes through the dark — a voice you thought you’d never hear again. Your exile is ending. Your story is not.
Do you want this story to continue? Your next chapter waits beyond the threshold.
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