In my dreams, a voice keeps calling me forward. I see fragments - a young man's face aging in an instant, the sun whispering secrets I can't quite hear. These visions feel like memories, but whose memories are they?From the towering peak of Zion to the endless Sea of Tears, from the glittering spires of Arcadia to the vast desert beyond - a truth lies scattered across this vast realm. And somewhere out there, Res waits. A being whose existence seems to echo through time itself, bound to me by forces I don't yet