You weren’t supposed to taste it. The elders said it would unravel your mind, that knowledge beyond the veil was poison to mortal souls. But you did. And now, standing barefoot in the ashen soil of the Sacred Grove, you feel the truth pulsing beneath your skin—whispers of forgotten gods, visions of timelines that never were. The others still sleep, unaware. You are the first to awaken. And the orchard is calling your name again.