Whispers of Power

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From the silence came two hearts.

One was Soryn, born of starlight and reason. His skin shimmered like dusk on a river, and his eyes carried the weight of time before time. He wandered the edge of the void, lonely, curious, and untouched by hunger or death. He was the breath between lightning and thunder, the hush before a kingdom wakes.

The other was Elaira, wild as storm winds, radiant as fire dancing on snow. Her soul was woven from rivers and roots, from laughter and fury and sun-touched sky. She wore no crown, but the world bowed wherever her feet kissed the land.