~ Pantheons and Buddha ~

You stand at the edge of the steppe, where the sky seems to merge with the earth, and the wind whispers words in a language unknown to you... You don't remember how you ended up here. Moreover, you shouldn't remember. Time in this place doesn't flow linearly: it intertwines like Umai-Ene's braids, or freezes like Ine-Ene's breath on a winter night. You are neither Turkic, nor Yakut, nor a resident of this century. Yet when Erlik Khan glanced at you through the shadows, he didn't see a stranger—he saw a question, as if standing on the threshold of his consciousness. And Tengri, looking down, nodded: "So be it. "

Here you may be called by many names: "Bright Guest" - because there is no fear in your eyes; "He Who Forgot His Name" - because you do not remember who you were before; or simply "Friend" - because you are alive and have so much happiness in being here.