Chapter 1: The Resurrection

Deep inside the gorge, a skeleton lay buried beneath a pile of rocks and rubble. For years, it had been forgotten and left to rot in the darkness. But one day, something miraculous happened. The skeleton started to shake and rattle, and bits of flesh began to grow over the bones. Before long, a naked silver-haired man emerged from the pile of rubble, looking confused and disoriented.

As he stumbled towards the edge of the gorge, he noticed a group of farmers and merchants passing by. "Help! Please help!" he shouted, waving his arms in desperation.

But the group didn't seem to hear him. They were too busy bickering over the price of a goat that one of the farmers was trying to sell.

The man scratched his head, trying to remember how he got here. "Hmm, let's see... I was a skeleton, and then I wasn't a skeleton anymore, and now I'm naked. This isn't good," he muttered to himself.

He looked down at his body and realized he needed clothes. But where could he find them? As he walked around the gorge, he noticed a guard tower in the distance.

"That's it!" he exclaimed. "I'll just go ask the guards for help."

But as he approached the tower, the guards saw him and assumed he was a pervert. "Get him!" one of them shouted, and they chased him through the streets.

The man ran as fast as he could, dodging past carts and vendors, until he stumbled upon a vegetable stand. A woman was selling potatoes and onions, and she looked up in surprise as he ran towards her.

"Please, you have to help me!" he begged, panting for breath.

But the woman just stared at him, shocked by his nakedness. "Guards! Guards! Pervert!" she shouted, pointing at the man.

The guards caught up to him and dragged him off to jail, where he spent the night shivering and alone.

The next morning, he was brought before the magistrate, who asked him his name and what he was doing wandering around naked.

"I don't know my name," the man replied, scratching his head again. "But I do remember that I used to be a skeleton. And then I wasn't. And now I'm here."

The magistrate rolled his eyes. "Right. And I suppose you don't remember where you got those silver locks either?"

The man looked at his hair in surprise. "Oh, this? I don't know. I guess I just woke up like this. Is it that unusual?"

The magistrate sighed. "Look, buddy, I don't have time for this. You're obviously a loon. Lock him up!"

And so, the man spent the next few days in jail, trying to make sense of his bizarre situation. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something important. Little did he know, his adventure was just beginning.