The sun was hiding behind the mountains, tinting the horizon with warm tones, almost as if the sky itself were crying for the shadows that covered the world. Far away, in a valley forgotten by most, a nearby tree, its trembling hands knocked down on the ground. Upon closing his eyes, tears emerged without warning. He was tired, broken, and the world seemed to him an alien place, full of cruelty. He wished for nothing more than silence, for everything to vanish once and for all.

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  And it was then that it happened. A blinding glow enveloped him, as if the sky itself had descended to touch his being. The tears were not simple drops of pain; they were the tears of a much greater being. That light, golden and red at the same time, poured over his eyes like a divine torrent that granted him something he could not fully comprehend. And an error that should never have been committed.

  — "I wonder if that power was for me..." —