"She is not the first of her kind. She is the last."
Once, there was an ancient order of messengers—beings who carried the secrets of time itself between worlds. They were the Corvini, and Veyla was their last surviving emissary.
Their mission was simple: deliver messages from one age to another, passing whispers through the corridors of history. They did not belong to any single timeline. They did not shape fate. They only carried the words of those who did.
Then the messages stopped coming. One by one, the Corvini vanished, erased from memory, their wings clipped by something even time could not reverse.
Now, Veyla walks alone, her purpose lost, her message undelivered. She no longer knows who sent it. She does not know who was meant to receive it.
But one thing is certain—the message still exists, buried deep in her mind. And there are those who would do anything to ensure it is never spoken aloud.