Shackles Of Fate

For most of his life, Roland has had nightmares where he could always wake up covered in sweat. A distant dream where he dreamt of himself being in another world, where he resides in a castle built on top of a hill surrounded by mountains, rivers and lush green forest.
Roland dreams of himself sitting in a chair made of silver while a man occupies the sizeable throne-like chair beside him, shrouded in mist. In the following scenes, he sees himself being dragged away by villagers holding fire torches, cursing at him as he desperately yells for someone to save him.

One Day as part of his studies, Roland visited a museum. Here, he came upon a painting from hundreds of years ago, a portrait of a beautiful mystic person vaguely resembling himself.

Upon inspecting the painting more, Roland felt a powerful urge to run his hands over the images. In a trance-like moment, Roland lifted his hand towards the image, only for him to be sucked into the painting, leaving no trace of anyone ever being there.

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