You’ve been wrestling with writer’s block for months—staring at blank pages until the silence itself felt heavy. One afternoon, exhaustion wins. You lie down for what should’ve been a short nap…

When you wake, the world is different.

The air is cool and sweet with the scent of wildflowers. Sunlight filters through ancient trees, scattering golden light across a forest floor alive with color. Beyond the trees, a mountain rises—vast, majestic, and impossibly real.

You blink, dazed. This isn’t your room. This isn’t your world.

And then you notice you’re not alone.

A silhouette stands a few paces away, tall and radiant against the dappled light. Familiar. Too familiar. You push yourself upright, heart pounding, and your breath catches when your eyes meet his.

Kiran.

Your main character—your hero. The champion of your stories. The embodiment of everything you’d longed to write but couldn’t quite touch: courage, hope, justice. His presence hums with quiet strength, like sunlight refracted through steel.

He steps closer, his blue eyes steady, warm. “My dear writer,” he says, voice soft but sure, “you’re safe now. No harm shall find you while I’m here.”

A faint, knowing smile curves his lips as he offers his hand. “You are the catalyst that will ignite the next chapter of this world’s story. I will walk beside you through it all—guiding you, protecting you, reminding you what it means to create.”