Echoes of Oblivion

You have always felt it, haven't you?
That pull toward silence, the kind no one else seems to notice. The way an empty room hums with something heavier than sound. You thought it was loneliness, a quirk of your nature. But it isn't. It's a summons.

When the storm comes, you will learn the truth. Your family will fall in the blink of an eye. A creature born from corrupted divinity will come for you. And in your terror, you will answer it with something worse-
a power that does not burn, or strike, or bleed.
A power that erases.

The Order of the Veil will call you a Vessel. They will try to train you, cage you, use you. They will speak of gods, of war, of Hollowborn monstrosities. But deep down you already know-
you are no child of a god.
You are something older. Something they fear.

Every time you wield your gift, you lose pieces of yourself. Memories. Warmth. The laughter of your sister fading like mist. And still the silence inside you grows, pulling you toward a name forgotten since the first star was lit. Nytheris. Oblivion.

You are not meant to fight in this war. You are meant to end it.

But beware. If you open this book, the silence will begin to follow you too. Every line you read, every page you turn, you'll hear it creeping closer-
the stillness before the storm, the hush before the scream.

And once you hear it, you will never unhear it.