The bridge they walked on was neither stone nor wood — it seemed to be made of air itself, of that which could not be seen but could be felt. Winds, without a source, wrapped around their bodies, whispering incomprehensible words that touched their souls. The light from the orbs in their hands shone brighter with each step, resonating with every movement, like an echo through the depths of time.
Ayna focused on the darkness ahead. She felt how all the worlds, all the paths, all possible futures merged into a single thread leading straight to the Source. Though she knew this was only one of the possible paths, her heart was the first to sense the depth of the harmony they were meant to restore.
“Why does this path feel so… endless?” Tarik asked, raising his voice, as if trying to break the silence that hung around them.
“Because it does not merely lead to an end,” Ayna replied, not taking her eyes off the distant horizon, which seemed to tremble and shift. “This is the path to the heart of the Source itself. And that heart — is not just at the end of the path, but within us.”
Tarik was silent, but he understood: now their journey was not only about the external road, but about the inner one. They had reached the threshold of understanding and acceptance of truths that could not only change their worlds but the very fabric of eternity itself.
The silence surrounding them was suddenly shattered by the familiar yet mysterious voice.
“You stand on the edge of what is called ‘The Source.’ But are you ready to face a truth that reason will not be able to contain?”
“We are ready,” Ayna answered, her words firm, though her heart could not help but feel the weight of the question.
“To find harmony, you must understand that each of you is part of a great circle. You are not merely seeking an answer. You must become the answer.”
The winds ceased, and before them appeared a new vision. They saw an endless labyrinth, where every step, every choice created new worlds, new realities. But amid these realities, there was one that stood out, shining like a star in a misty sky.
“This is your Source,” said the voice. “Your goal is not to find it in the external world. You must find it within yourselves.”
Ayna and Tarik exchanged glances. With each word of the voice, their understanding became clearer: they were not just meant to reach this place. They were meant to be ready to meet the truth hidden in their hearts, to realize that their path was but a reflection of the inner process of purification and self-discovery.
“How will we do this?” Tarik asked, his voice calm, though there was weariness in it — not from physical effort, but from the depth of this knowledge.
“Listen to yourselves,” replied the voice, and the same worlds that had enveloped them began to shift around them. “Your Source lies within each of you. When you find harmony in your own hearts, you will see how everything around you will reunite.”
A deep sense of peace washed over Ayna. She realized: this was not just a place to reach. It was an inner truth to be embraced and brought to the surface.
“We’ve found it,” she said, her voice clear and resolute.
Tarik nodded, feeling how their journey was changing. They were no longer merely seekers; they had become those who bring harmony. And now they knew: the path to the Source was not just external, but deeply internal as well.