They say it only appears when the moon forgets its place in the sky. A presence — or perhaps just a rumor — cloaked in silence and ancient breath. Some recall the shape, others only remember the cold.

The Nirbindra, they whisper. A name spoken like a question, never an answer.

Was it ever truly there? A divine fragment, a mistake in time, or merely the dream of a dying mind? The records conflict. The survivors speak in riddles. And the place where it was said to appear — well, even maps avoid it now.

All that remains is a trail of symbols no one admits to understanding, and a feeling that reality… might have blinked.

Hey everyone, I'm feeling a bit unwell today, so I'll be taking a day off to rest and recover. I'm really sorry for the delay — thank you all for your patience and support. Updates will continue once I'm back to full strength.


Chapter 63 - Author’s Note: Taking a Short Break