Nyra hesitated for days, torn between her duty as the Gatekeeper and her desire to understand the truth about Kaelen. In the end, the curiosity gnawing at her won out. She activated the tracker, and immediately, it led her to a dimension that had been sealed off for centuries: the Unseen Dimension, a place where forgotten memories and lost souls resided.
As she stepped through the rift into this shadowy world, a sense of déjà vu washed over her. This place felt familiar, as though she had been here before, but the memories were distant, just out of reach.
The sky was a swirling mass of dark clouds, and the ground was littered with fragments of broken realities—pieces of realms that had collided and shattered long ago.
Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her.
"I knew you'd come."
Nyra spun around, her heart skipping a beat. Standing there was Kaelen—not a vision or an echo, but him, alive and real. His dark eyes glinted with a mixture of sorrow and determination.
"How...?" Nyra whispered, her voice barely audible. "I thought you were gone."
Kaelen stepped closer, his presence both comforting and unsettling. "I was never truly gone, Nyra. The rift didn't destroy me—it merely sent me here, to the place where forgotten things are kept."
Nyra's emotions whirled in confusion. "Why are you here? What is this place?"
Kaelen's gaze softened. "This is where the Gatekeepers send everything they don't want to remember. This is where your memories are, Nyra. Locked away, hidden from you."
