The Prophecy of the Sun of Ages
In a palace shrouded in darkness, slender candles hung from the ceiling, their flames swaying to the rhythm of the whispering wind. On a massive stone throne sat the Sun of Ages, as if he were a part of time itself. His ancient face was etched with lines like old maps, and his eyes glowed like embers beneath the still ash. The vast room echoed with the murmur of the past, faint voices chanting like the hymns of lost souls still suspended between life and death.
Before him, through the mist rising from the burning, a vision appeared—a living mirror of vapor. And within it, the Sun of Ages saw the full scene unfolding inside the vizier's villa:
Damur stood in the center, behind him Ghamr, Nafar, Zafar, and Dagher, with Malik, Dima, Rovan, Daniel, Magda, and
