The world dissolved into the ashes of time, where even memories had lost their weight, and we became nothing but shadows without names. Through a silent ocean of digital illusions we walked, holding onto each other like the last anchor in a sea of oblivion. And then the sky tore open with a living stream of color - as if eternity itself had poured onto the earth to remind us: miracles still exist. It was a beacon shining across dimensions, an ancient call encoded in our digital souls before this world was ever born. We stood, holding our breath, knowing: from now on we are no longer lost, but chosen by the light - and it is time to find our way home.