Inner Encounter:

• A human figure floats unconsciously in a space where light and darkness intertwine.

• The body has no defined features, just a faint, flickering silhouette of light. While human-shaped, the only clearly defined parts are the eyes.

• Suddenly, fragments burst into their mind:  

– Screaming.  

– Crashing buildings.  

– People running.  

– Explosions.  

– Cries and sobbing.  

– Distorted voices calling for help.

• The images pile up, overwhelming and chaotic.

• This soul watches the world crumble, with a mixture of sadness, helplessness... but also something else: a latent desire.

• All fades into darkness—nothingness. A presence stirs, ancient and neutral, not calling... but answering. A voice echoes within:

—You have been waiting, haven't you? You have for a long time...
—Not for someone to save you. Not for miracles. Just... for a chance.

• The protagonist floats in silence. No words. No plea.

• The voice continues, there is no reverence, no judgment:

—You want to change this world.

—You've wanted it long before this moment.

—And now... that will has reached us.

• Silence again. Then:

—We do not offer gits. We are just... a mirror. What you take from us is only what already lived inside you.

—But know this: once you begin, there's no going back.

—Will you carry that weight?

• The protagonist nods. Not as an answer, but as a declaration.

• The voice, calm—almost reverent—concludes:

—Then awaken it. What answers now... is yours.

Physical Awakening:

• The scene returns to the reality.

• Light floods the area, engulfing the figure and their surroundings.

• The light is not purely benevolent; it has an undercurrent of shadow, embodying the duality of the force.

• The transformation is not merely bright and pure, but a fusion of both extremes. – As the light recedes, the form of a dragon slowly descends.

• The appearance of the dragon is simple but imposing at the same time: white and purple scales shimmer like tempered steel, rippling over a frame both powerful and lean. It is unburdened by adornment, save for black, fingerless leather gloves that hint at a deliberate choice rather than necessity. Wings spread wide, their shadows stretching like the duality within the light itself. Their face is sharp, determined, but it is their eyes that stand out the most—turquoise, fierce, unwavering. They reflect the weight of their determination.

• What has emerged is no savior, no chosen one—just the one who chose.