"When the sky is veiled in crimson light and the earth trembles with the awakening of ancient forces, the Spark shall appear. A Spark to pierce the darkness and ignite a flame capable of illuminating the world—or consuming it in fire. She will bear hair of silver and eyes like the setting sky, and her path will be one of trials. Each of her steps will tread upon the blade of fate..."

The words of the prophecy sound like a distant echo, as if from a tale heard in childhood. But now, they no longer feel like just a legend. These lines haunt me, whispering at the edge of my consciousness, as if calling me back to something I have never known, yet always felt. I know they speak of me. A destiny that cannot be escaped... or can it?

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If I had a choice, I might have refused. But a call lives in my heart, pushing me forward, no matter how I resist. This path, full of secrets and arduous trials, has become my only one.