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Prologue: The First Wish
They said it began with a whisper.
Before the portals appeared, before the world bent under the weight of desire, someone made the first wish.
No one knows exactly who they were. A broken heart. A dying child. A monarch who longed to live forever. But the result was the same: a rift in the fabric of reality-torn open by raw, desperate emotion.
The first Portal of Manifestation didn't glow. It pulsed.
And when the person stepped through, they never came back.
Or perhaps, they returned... but as something else.
Legends say the portals are not gifts. They are mirrors. They don't give you what you want. They give you who you are.
And sometimes, that's the scariest thing of all.