Divine couldn't sleep. She hadn't been able to for days. Her dreams were filled with images she couldn't make sense of—moonlit shores, endless waves, and the overwhelming sensation of something lost. A life she couldn't remember, a power she couldn't reclaim.
The city felt smaller every day, as if the walls were closing in on her. She wandered the streets, trying to shake off the weight of the questions that followed her everywhere. Who was she really? And why did the ocean feel so… familiar?
It was then that she stumbled upon a library—a small, forgotten place hidden behind ivy and crumbling stone. The air inside was thick with dust, but there was something magnetic about it. As she stepped inside, the smell of old parchment filled her lungs, and her fingers brushed across the spines of forgotten books.
One in particular caught her eye—its cover old and worn, the title barely legible. As she opened it, the words seemed to jump off the page, revealing something that made her heart stop.
The Power Jar. An artifact said to restore the powers of fallen celestial beings, but only if they performed enough good deeds to fill it.
But there was more. Much more. It was as if the book knew her, knew her story, her purpose. Her soul seemed to stir in response, an echo from a life long past.
She had to fill the jar. But with what?