Chapter Four: Meeting with Zurvan

  Arya was deeply immersed in his books. Hours passed as he continued researching ancient Iranian history. Yet, an unusual tension hung in the air. From the moment he started flipping through the historical pages and reading about Bizen and Darius, he felt something shift around him. A faint sound echoed in his ears, clearer than ever before. Still staring at the pages, Arya suddenly noticed the sound of footsteps in the hallway of his house. The steps grew closer. His heartbeat quickened, but this time it felt different. The sound seemed more real than ever. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked around. His room was still drowned in silence, yet the footsteps persisted. And then everything changed. Arya felt the air grow oddly cold and heavy. In the blink of an eye, darkness enveloped everything. Stricken by fear and confusion, he extended his hands forward, hoping to touch something—but there was nothing but void. The sound of his breathing echoed in the stillness. Minutes passed—or perhaps time itself had slowed. Arya couldn’t tell how time or space had altered in those moments. Suddenly, with a faint tapping sound in the distance, light began to seep back into his surroundings. When his eyes adjusted, he realized he was no longer in his room. Arya found himself in a completely different realm. A vast, endless expanse surrounded him. Colors moved strangely, and the sky glimmered in shades of yellow and orange. Nearby, towering, intricate trees with bent branches radiated light like golden ribbons. This was neither an ordinary room nor a familiar world. A profound, serene presence filled the space around him. Suddenly, a deep voice resonated, seemingly echoing directly within his mind. It was a voice like thunder, reverberating through his very being. “You have been summoned here, Arya.” Arya tried to stand, but it felt as though his feet were rooted to the ground in this strange realm. Before him, a faint glow slowly took form. A colossal figure emerged, resembling a shadow with features that seemed mysteriously intertwined and incomprehensible. “You seek the truth—one even you are unaware of.” With a trembling voice, Arya asked, “Who are you? Where am I?” “I am Zurvan, the god of time.” Arya stared at the figure, his mind racing with questions. Despite the fear, something about Zurvan felt both familiar and alien. In a calm yet commanding voice, Zurvan continued: “Time, Arya, is not merely a dimension of reality—it is a living force. Just as the past shapes the present, the future is always within reach. You have entered my domain to discover yourself and your destiny. But be warned: the path before you will alter not just your world but the course of history itself.” Arya struggled to comprehend the meaning of these words, yet he sensed something vast and boundless around him. Zurvan continued: “You must decide your role in history. Will you follow the path already written, or will you rewrite your world?” Suddenly, the entire space was engulfed in a bright, blinding light. Before Arya could ask another question, darkness consumed everything once more. Arya gasped for air as he found himself back in his room. Everything was as it had been. Yet, the feelings, the sounds, and the imposing figure remained vivid in his mind. He couldn’t tell if it had been a dream or a real experience, but something deep inside told him this encounter was the beginning of a journey far more intricate than he had ever imagined

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