As I sifted through the archives of my newly acquired memories, the haze began to clear.
Fragments of broken worlds and lost histories intermingled in a chaotic tapestry of what once was.
The reality of my situation settled in, revealing the tangled mess of destinies intertwined with my own.
I saw worlds—two distinct paths that converged into one.
One where Snow and I had built a life together, only to leave the world in disarray.
Another where I was a father to two children, with their mother's face shrouded in mystery.
The sudden transfer of these memories into my consciousness made me wonder why and how such fragments appeared.
It became apparent that these memories were remnants from a world that faced its ultimate downfall.
The world where Liyana had devoured everything, and another where the Evil God Erebil had plunged the realm into eternal darkness.
