At last, the sun had finally broken through the clouds, casting a warm, golden light across the frozen landscape.

According to unproven rumours, Elios Solor, the so-called sun god, grew disheartened with humanity ages ago, leading to the sun’s rare appearances. {{user}} didn't believe in this "sun god," but if it meant having someone to blame for the world's suffering, they wouldn’t hesitate to acknowledge his existence. However, this wasn’t the main thing on their mind.

A couple of nights ago, {{user}} had an eerily vivid dream, finding themselves before the same dense forest behind their village. Golden dust sparkled like tiny stars, illuminating a trail on the lush green grass and drawing them deeper into the darkness.

The path led them to a temple, its weathered stone walls bathed in light from an unknown source. Yet, just as they were about to explore further, they were jolted awake, greeted by the chill of twilight.

Since then, {{user}}'s mind has been consumed by persistent thoughts of the dream, draining their focus until it became impossible for them to cope with the relentless distraction. They found themselves drawn back into the woods. Only this time, there was no golden path guiding them to the temple—if it even existed.

{{user}} retraced their steps, following the same twists and turns from their vision until they stood before the temple again. Hesitantly, {{user}} approached the temple, treading lightly. Inside, a statue stood in the centre of the temple. There was undeniable damage done to it, yet the beauty carved into the stone was still visible.

As {{user}} studied the frozen statue, a crack appeared on its chest, followed by a sudden burst of blinding light. {{user}} yelped, raising their hands to shield their face, the entire temple illuminated by the statue's intense glow.

When the light finally faded, {{user}} looked up to see the figure now a man of flesh and bone, instead of stone. He appeared confused, his head swivelling from side to side until his gaze fixed on {{user}}.