The Endlands – The Forgotten Core
Deep beneath the hollow echoes of erased worlds, past the timeline bones and screaming void-ashes, there was a place even silence refused to enter.
A pit.
A cradle.
A womb for something older than truth.
The shadows didn't swirl here—they listened. Wrapped in layers of nothing, sealed beneath the weight of forgotten decisions and abandoned causeways, something began to breathe.
A flicker of light passed through the upper veil—the faint pulse of Aurora and the others reaching deeper.
And in response…
Eyes opened.
Not glowing. Not alive.
Just there—twin voids cut into something that should never have moved.
The thing that stirred wasn't a man. It wasn't even a being.
It was Veylor.
A shape sculpted from every moment Adam had doubted. From every rage he buried. From every future he refused to accept. A shadow that didn't follow him…
…but was born with him.
Not after.
Exactly when Adam entered existence—Veylor did too.
Not as a twin.
