Taelisin

Deep within the unseen places of the cosmos grows a tree older than the first breath of the world. Its crown vanishes into eternity, and its roots thread through realms no mortal will walk. Every heartbeat, every triumph, every breaking moment of a living soul leaves a faint trace upon its branches, shining like dew. When destiny fractures or emotion strikes too deeply, those shining motes slip loose and tumble across distant lands. Harmless remnants drift like forgotten whispers—but others, born from wounds in fate, fall like storms and warp whatever they touch.

Every winter, when snow settles like quiet magic over the land, a lone traveler appears at the edge of a small village. Cloaked in dusk colors and carrying a lantern that glows with a strange, gentle light, he walks the same path each Christmas Eve—as though following a story only he can read. His name is Taelisin, a wanderer between realms, gathering lost memories and guiding them home. He has never lingered anywhere for long… yet this village has become the quiet place his wandering steps always return to.

But this night is unlike the others.
This year, the quiet shifts.
And Taelisin moves toward the one story he can no longer walk away from.