As the Garden flourished, Lior’s heart swelled with a profound sense of purpose. He had witnessed the return of the lost voices, their forms now anchored in the Garden, but their stories were far from finished. He had sensed a deeper calling within him—an urge to guide these souls, not merely to restore them, but to help them find their place within the world once again.
He walked among the newly formed figures, observing them as they began to bloom, their essence intertwined with the threads of the Garden. Each one had a story, a path that had been interrupted, and now, it was his task to help them rediscover it.
The first voice he approached was a tall man, his hands worn from hard labor, his face marked with the traces of a life cut short. His eyes were hollow, as though he had carrie
