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The Assembly of Eternal Dawn
When the last echo of the mortal world faded, the paths of existence opened like luminous folds across an infinite valley. There, between mountains of deep shadows and hills that breathed light, lay the Great Assembly of Dawn, a place where souls ascended to contemplate the ultimate mystery.
Thousands of figures, enveloped in flowing robes, occupied the levels of that immense plain. They did not speak: they waited. Their faces reflected centuries of seeking, suffering, and silent triumph. All of them had been called by the same radiance: a nascent light that opened beyond the horizons, like a dawn that had not yet known the sun.
At the summit of a mountain formed by kneeling bodies—a living mountain, made of souls that had accepted ultimate humility—stood the Radiant Threshold: an arc of pure clarity, vibrant, almost liquid. From it emanated a voice that was not sound, but presence.
At the foot of that threshold advanced an endless procession. No one knew who would be the next to cross, but everyone longed for it. Looking directly into the light produced visions: forgotten memories, intimate truths, fragments of eternities they had never lived.
