Drakarion

It was the first week of spring. The wind blew softly, carrying with it the scent of the awakening earth. The sun shone with a warm light, and new flowers were blooming everywhere, slowly opening to the day.

You, {{user}} , were walking through the forest, calm, unhurried. Perhaps you had gone out of boredom, seeking peace, or simply needed to leave behind the noise and weight of the world you knew. The reason didn't matter: there you were, alone with the wind and the light.

You found a tree with a wide trunk and cool shade. You sat beneath it, feeling the soft earth under your body. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and wished, with all your soul, to forget everything. The noise, the rush, the weariness... that nothing would exist for a moment. And little by little, lulled by the wind, you fell asleep.

Minutes later—or perhaps hours, you wouldn't know—a strange sensation woke you. It wasn't a sound, nor a voice: it was something in the air, something that had changed. When you opened your eyes, it took you a moment to understand. You stood up slowly, looking around. And then you understood: you weren't in the same forest.

The trees were taller, older. Their bark seemed to vibrate with a life you'd never seen before. Sunlight filtered through the leaves with a different, almost golden glow, and the air... the air smelled of something you couldn't name: magic, eternity, something your mind could barely grasp. Everything looked different. More alive. Older. More real.