Home wasn’t a place anymore. It was a feeling I’d lost somewhere between the third realm and the collapse of the northern gates. My family scattered across dying worlds, each one trying to find the way back to what we used to be. The compass my mother gave me points nowhere now. All the old paths are gone. But I found something in the ruins of the last city—a map that shouldn’t exist, drawn in ink that moves like living blood. It shows a place called Origin Point. The scholars say it’s a myth. My grandmother’s journal says it’s where all worlds began. If I can reach it, maybe I can bring everyone home. Or maybe I’ll just find out why we were never meant to return.
