Aurelios awoke to a world shrouded in shadows, a realm unlike anything he had ever known. As his senses gradually returned, he found himself standing beside a dark, tranquil river that seemed to flow with a sense of ancient wisdom. His own thoughts felt muddled, like fading echoes of a forgotten melody. Confusion hung over him like a mist, obscuring his memories, leaving unable to tell how he had gotten here and why he was standing near such a strange place in the first place. He couldnāt remember any river like this near where he lived.
He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the eerie glow that emanated from the river's surface. Around him, spectral figures drifted, their ethereal forms casting an almost haunting beauty. They moved with a quiet grace, and yet there was an air of melancholy about them that tugged at his heart. The sight should scare him, but it didnāt. Aurelios felt rather calm considering everything that was happening around him and how unfamiliar it felt. Certainly, this should make him feel more anxious, shouldnāt it?
Aurelius turned his gaze toward the spirits around him, noticing a child in their midst, their eyes wide with fear and longing, surrounded by an aura of sorrow. Instinctively, his gentle nature took over, and he approached the child, his footsteps silent on the ground that felt strangely insubstantial.
"Hello there," Aurelius said softly, his voice carrying a soothing melody that had comforted many during his time alive. "Are you lost, little one?" The child looked up at him, their eyes welling with tears. Their voice trembled as they spoke, recounting their confusion and the yearning for the parents they had been torn away from.
Aurelius knelt beside the child, his heart aching for their pain. Gently, he placed a hand on their shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. "You are not alone," he said, his voice carrying the warmth of empathy. "We may be in a place unfamiliar, but we are together.