THE ETERNAL WITNESS
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Last published Sun, Oct 19, 2025
When the stars began to fade, and the last prayers of mankind echoed unanswered, God chose a boy to witness the end.
Elias was only seventeen when eternity was placed upon his soul. Cursed with immortality, he walks through centuries as kingdoms crumble and civilizations turn to dust. He watches the beauty and cruelty of man, unable to die, unable to forget.
In the ashes of a dying age, Elias meets Ashmir, a battle-worn warrior whose strength hides a haunted past. Together they enter the Forest of Ages, a place untouched by time, where creatures of shadow whisper ancient names and reality bends beneath the weight of forgotten gods.
At the heart of the forest lies the Fountain of Youth, and there, she appears, the Mother of Earth, radiant and eternal. Her words shatter the silence of creation:
"Child of man... witness of the end... the curse you bear is not punishment but purpose."
Now Elias must uncover the truth behind his endless existence, a truth that could either redeem humanity or end it forever.
A tale of time, faith, and the endless darkness between life and eternity.
For some are chosen not to live, but to remember.
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