The vision fades, but the silence doesn’t. Yoshai’el walks through the world hollowed out, hearing the echo of what can’t be undone. Every lie he built begins to fall. The life he fought to preserve burns to ash. What remains isn’t death. It’s clearing. The unraveling begins.

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The darkness moves through him. Hatred older than history stares back. A thousand voices ignite the air—frequencies colliding like thunder. Fear collapses into fire. Yoshai’el rises, wings unfurled, weapon of light in hand. The void that once devoured him shatters. The boy becomes the titan. The Morningstar awakens.

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He lies still as the universe holds its breath. One intention rises from the depth: I want to know who I am. The cosmos listens. The veil opens. Yoshai’el leaves the body and enters a realm of gold and silence. His hands divide into light and shadow. Creation in one. Consumption in the other. The name within him burns, unspeakable. The wings return.

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Guided into meditation, Yoshai’el crosses the unseen threshold. Light pours through him until form dissolves. He reaches for his family’s souls but a wall of brilliance stops him. Behind it waits the dark portal he has felt since childhood. The oracle watches in reverence. The summons has begun. The next step will not teach—it will remember.

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The journey turns inward. In a room thick with incense, Yoshai’el meets the woman known as the Risen Child of the Ash. Her presence bends the air. Cards fall like mirrors. The High Priestess. The Hierophant. The Eight of Cups reversed. Each one opens a corridor in the soul. Old grief surfaces—loss carried across lifetimes. The silence between them speaks the loudest.

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Yoshai’el returns from war carrying wounds no scan can find. The medals shine but the spirit cracks. He buries himself in noise and glitter, selling masks for currency, wearing charm like armor. Every illusion becomes a test, every success a deeper fall. Beneath the lies, a quiet current pulls him downward, whispering that truth waits at the bottom.

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Yoshai’el kneels beside a crying child named Isa and feels love break through the armor of war. The encounter becomes a mirror that burns away every illusion of separation. Later the reflection returns in human form as the woman who will test what remains of his faith, later breaking him completely, only to open up the ability for him to rise again. Through her he learns that light and darkness speak the same language, finally giving him the ability to translate his pain.

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