A Memory Given Form

Dastan isn't simply admiring Lilia's appearance. The blue hair, the blue eyes, and the quiet serenity she carries stir something deep within him. His thoughts drift to the stories of his homeland—to rivers that nourished kingdoms, sacred waters said to flow forever, and the goddess whose name endured through the ages: Anahita. Not because he mistakes Lilia for a goddess, but because she embodies the qualities those legends celebrated. In that brief moment, she feels strangely familiar, as though a cherished memory from a world long lost has suddenly stepped into reality.