The light in their hands was now deeper than mere rays. It was part of something much greater — an invisible fabric that wove together everything that existed. Ayna held the orb in her hands, feeling its warmth fill her body, flooding each cell with energy. Tarik walked beside her, focused, his fingers also trembling with the power they had just received.
The road ahead of them slowly began to change, and with each step, new questions arose. The world around them started becoming more multifaceted. Instead of the familiar forests and meadows, they encountered places where space itself wandered, where horizons curved and dissolved into infinite expanses.
“Do you feel that?” Tarik asked, stopping and gazing into the darkness that slowly engulfed the light around them.
“Yes, it… feels like we’re now in the heart of all worlds,” Ayna replied, not taking her eyes off how the boundaries between realities became blurred. “Here, paths intersect, and every choice, every step can change everything.”
“And what must we do to not get lost in these labyrinths?” Tarik took her hand, helping to keep calm, though he too felt an internal struggle.
Ayna closed her eyes and allowed herself to dive into the stream of consciousness, feeling how a familiar sensation surfaced from within her. They were no longer just travelers on this path; they had become part of it.
“We must listen. Only then will we not lose our way,” she said quietly, focused. “Listen to the light in our hands, hear what it whispers to us.”
Suddenly, a massive tree appeared before them. Its roots stretched out, glowing, but this was no ordinary tree. It seemed both alive and eternal, its branches not reaching upward, but outward, as if the space around them began to tremble, and they had entered another reality.
“The Source,” Ayna whispered, her gaze fixed on the glowing roots, as if they were calling them to come closer.
“We’ve found it,” Tarik pressed his hand to the orb, and a soft burst of light emanated from it. “Now it’s time to learn why this path has led us here.”
From the depths of the tree, the same voice was heard — soft yet filled with universal wisdom.
“You have approached the Source. But to find the true path, you must understand one thing: you are not merely seeking an answer. You are seeking harmony.”
The voice paused for a moment, then continued:
“Each of you carries within you the key to balance. Only by uniting your powers will you be able to restore what has been torn apart. Remember, in every war, even the inner ones, there are those who seek to preserve harmony, and those who wish to destroy it. You choose which side you belong to.”
Ayna felt her heart beat faster. She realized that this was not just a task; it was their fate — to be the ones who would determine whether eternity would be preserved or destroyed forever.
“How will we do this?” Tarik asked, his gaze firm, though a certain unease remained in his eyes.
“Step by step,” replied the voice, and the fiery roots of the tree began to move, forming a bridge that led into the darkness.
Ayna and Tarik were the first to step onto the bridge, feeling how their hearts beat in unison with each movement of the tree. They knew that this was just the beginning of their great journey. But now they were ready.