The First Spark Of Change
As the years passed, Ashan's experiences began to intensify. He started having dreams—or rather, visions—that felt more real than anything in his waking life. In these dreams, he would stand in the midst of a vast, infinite ocean, surrounded by swirling mists and shadows. There were no solid objects—only the rippling waters and the whispers. The voice, clearer now, would speak directly to him:
"You are not who you think you are. You are the last fragment, the last hope... but the world is not yet ready."
The dreams felt familiar. But not in the way one feels comforted by the past. These dreams weren't memories. They were otherworldly—strange, as if they were a glimpse into something beyond the realms of mortal understanding.
Ashan woke up every morning in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. Each time the dreams ended, a new part of him would feel more... alien. The person he thought he was began to seem like a mask. And yet, as time passed, he would dismiss it, convincing himself it was just the product of a tired mind.
That was until the day of the first manifestation.