Light Doesn't always stay whole. Sometiems it breaks and its fragments, we see who we truly are.
Yohwa stood before the stone he found in teh Valley of Stillness. The stone now glowed, but nit in a single hue. it pulsed in threee lights golden red, deep blue, and soft white. Each color moved on its own sometimes colliding, sometimes mergin, sometimes drifting apart.
Rava watched from a distance. "That's not ordinary resonance," she said. "it's the fracture of. light within you."
Numa mapped the patterns. "Three frequencies," he said. "One of strenght. One of wound. One of hope."
Yohwa touched the stone. His body began to tremble. He didn't feel pain. But he felt split Within him, three version of Yohwa emerged.
The first, Yohwa the Guardina. Clad in full armor, hammer in hand, eeys sharp. He was strength. He was light that protects.
The second, Yohwa the Broken. His armor shattered, hammer fraactured, eyes wet, He was wound. He was light that once failed.
The third, Yohwa the Calm. No armor. No weapon. But his eyes glowed gently. He was hope. He was light that chose to remain.
All three stood before Yohwa. They didn't fight. The simply staredm waiting to be acknowledeg.
"The light within you isn't singular," Rava said.it's threee paths that that collide. And dyou must choose wether to unite them or let them wkat alone."
Yohwa closed his eyes. He remebered his journey. The battle against Kelam. The rise of resonance. The Soul Eclipse. He remembered when he was strong. He remembered when he broke. He remebered when he chose to stand.
He opened his eyes. "I won't choose one," he said. "I will be all threee."
The earth trembled. The stones around him began to glow in three colors.
Children in the village began drawing three overlapping cirlces. People dreamed of light that didn't blind but healed.
Numa smield. "We're no longeer just remebering. We're beginning top recompose light."
Rava looked to the sky. " The Soul Eclipse cannot destroy light brave enough to break."
Yowha stood in the center of the cirlce. The three versions of himself slowly merged. Not into one form. But into one soul.
And that light, once burning as strengt, now glowed as the courage to embrace every part of the self.