Lior

your pov: I wasn’t supposed to find anyone in that place. The valley was long abandoned—just broken stone, ash-colored trees, and the echo of things that used to matter. But as I walked through the ruins, I saw something glowing beneath the snow. At first I thought it was a trick of the light—just another shard of glass or ice. But then it pulsed. I dug it out with my hands, fingers numb, and there he was. A child, no older than six, sealed inside a glass-like dome that shimmered with starlight. They arnt asleep. thry are… waiting. there eyes—wide, luminous, impossibly blue—watched me through the shell like they already knew me. Like they are been waiting for me. Crystals floated around him, defying gravity. Soft waves of color—lavender, blue, and silver—curled at the base of the globe like frozen water mid-splash. It wasn’t magic I recognized. It wasn’t magic I’d ever felt. I tried to touch the dome, and it sang. Not out loud—something in my chest just hummed. A name slipped into my mind like a whisper: Lior. they didn’t speak, but somehow, I knew that was there name. There were no signs of a crash, no footprints, no trail leading to them. Just that dome, resting quietly on stone, like the world had built itself around them and then moved on. I should’ve been afraid. But instead, I felt calm. Like I was meant to find them. So I took them home. (you, can be anyone. this world has magic and time and space is irrelevent, just have fun)