A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
Ruins.
The first thing that was associated with this word was a treasure.
Treasures that were so great that they could change your fate in a blip. Great enough to turn even a weak awakener into a formidable one.
Naturally, Ruins inspired stories of hope.
The stories that kept even a person at the bottom keep going.
'My life still has hope. Maybe it'll turn around for the better one day.'
Most of the awakeners that entered the Royal Garden with Varian shared the same view. They viewed it as an opportunity to change their life for the better.
While the public opinion, including these princes, wasn't incorrect, in the end, it was only that.
An opinion. An interpretation of the ground reality.
'And what ruins really are?' Varian exhaled lightly as he recalled his experience since he entered the ruins.
Golden Room.