When Elina opened her eyes, she wasn't merely witnessing a spectacular sight; she was standing on the soil of Azaveria. It was a land unlike any other, as if woven from the remnants of an ancient dream. The earth beneath her feet vibrated gently, as if offering a welcome. Yes, Azaveria had finally taken a breath... its beloved had returned.
In that moment, an inaudible whisper rippled through Azaveria. Every creature, every atom, even the lightest breeze felt her arrival. Elina was no stranger; she was the missing pulse that had finally come home. She looked up at the sky—but it wasn't truly a sky. It was a rare masterpiece, realms of scattered light amidst an infinite void.
In the distance, she saw structures shimmering between transparency and white, as if crafted from sacred light. They swayed gracefully, pulsing in delicate harmony, as if every building was connected to a single entity. They appeared like radiant planets, or wheels spinning in place without movement. Between them stretched transparent bridges, glowing with a soft violet hue.
Elina whispered in awe, "Ravaz was right... this beauty isn't meant to be seen; it is meant to be lived."
Ethereal, delicate beings—like threads of morning light or fragments of a winged sun—approached her with curiosity. They surrounded her as if they had known her since the dawn of time. Elina reached out her hand gently, a warm smile gracing her face, and the creatures gathered around her like light gravitating toward a planet in the darkness.
She whispered her name faintly, with a hint of shyness, as if introducing herself:
"Licata... Licata..."
Everything in Azaveria seemed alive, fully conscious even the stones and the winds. They were all etched with luminous patterns, glowing and fading according to a cosmic rhythm. There were no masters or servants here; everything complemented the other, each possessing its own significance, presence, voice, and aura.
Then, the Archima appeared shifting specters that reflected the image of whoever gazed upon them, but in their most sublime form. Within those reflections, Elina glimpsed a vision. She saw herself standing amidst a vast crowd, with Rio behind her... and a man she did not recognize. A man who resembled the others
the Beings of Light-Shadows. She stared at him with wonder and curiosity, as if her soul was being pulled toward him without resistance. There was something about him... something she couldn't yet grasp.
She turned her gaze to the stones. They were no ordinary rocks, but celestial relics, each engraved with flowing patterns as if time itself was being woven inside them. Floating trees towered above, with emerald-green leaves whose edges glowed with gold. Each leaf sent out rhythmic echoes of ancient stories forgotten by the rest of the worlds.
In the distance, the Octaveria ethereal musical beings shimmered. Small, crystal-like creatures bearing golden marks, they produced musical notes with every movement. It is said their voices nourish the soul and grant it endurance.
Still mesmerized, Elina turned her eyes toward the Florasian, the life-makers. Majestic creatures resembling giant blue butterflies with black rings, their colors occasionally shifting to pure gold. They glowed with radiant light and intricate markings, soaring over the land of Azaveria, scattering luminous seeds like droplets of light that revive everything they touch and renew life.
Amidst Elina's wonder, a strange voice pierced the air a sound unlike any she had heard before. It was a blend of all the world's languages, yet she understood it perfectly.
"Who are you?" it asked.
She answered in that same language, one she had never learned:
"I want to see King Ravaz."
In another part of Azaveria, a man stirred the very moment Elina stepped onto the land. He knew her energy well her frequencies. He felt her passing through his body like a call from the past. Ravaz opened his eyes, having kept them closed while sensing her presence, and whispered with love:
"Finally... Elina, you have returned home."
From behind him came a calm, masculine voice, tinged with surprise:
"Father, what are these different frequencies filling the air?"
Ravaz answered, his golden eyes shining without turning away from the horizon, "Yes, Rash... the time has finally come to explain. I have waited a long time for this." He paused, then added in a heavy tone suggesting something momentous was about to unfold: "Rash, inform everyone. There is much to be explained. But before that... tell the Guardian to bring her here."
Elsewhere, as Elina continued to watch the Guardian with curiosity, the orders did not come in words. They arrived as pulses of light frequencies addressing the inner light directly, targeting specific consciousness. The message was clear: "Ravaz says she is important. Bring her to his home."
The Guardian leapt gracefully into the air, as if weightless, and said in a firm tone, "Fly calmly... only in the air."
Elina followed him quietly, but the "calmness" was swifter than she expected as they ascended toward the sky.
The higher she rose, the greater her astonishment grew. Azaveria was not as it seemed from below. The buildings weren't just structures; they were pulsing with life. Faint lights swirled, and transparent wheels of light moved slowly, each stopping according to its own rhythm. The buildings appeared identical in size, yet inside, they reflected the true essence of the soul.
For a fleeting moment, Elina felt as though she were lost in a labyrinth of light and time, where every corner led to a life, and every reflection told a story. Finally, they reached her father's home. Even the King's house was no different from the rest. Its walls were not ordinary; they were woven from spiritual light, vibrating with the soul of Ravaz. It was the center of his memories... and his ancient secrets.
Elina, lost in a world she never believed existed will her heart, pulsing with curiosity, find love in Azaveria?