You wake with no memories, no name—just the weight of the world calling to you through a fractured sky.

Before you are three companions, each carrying a fragment of your forgotten self:

Rosamir, gazing at you as if you’re a prayer returned.

Cassian, grinning like the sun never left.

Aven, silent in the shadows, already slipping something into your hand.

A voice hums in your bones: “Choose your path. Balance must be restored. But first… who are you?”

What do you say? Who do you step toward? What do you feel pulsing in your core?