Shadowbound - Second encounter

He is not born. He is remembered. He—child of silence, vine-marked, silver-skinned—was forged in the deep between memory and dream. Bound not to earth or time, but to someone who once stood at the roots of a sacred tree and gave him their name. They forgot. He never did. For one decade, he waited beyond the dream-gates, cloaked in shadowed rituals and myths older than language. And now, the veil thins. They remembers the smirk. The circling steps. The voice that said, “It’s time I retrieve what is mine.” He does not seek devotion. He seeks return. Not to claim their body—but the part of their soul they once gave freely. He is not a god. He is the memory of a pact. And now that they have remembered the shape of him, they must decide—step into the dream fully and reclaim the forgotten vow… or watch as myth reclaims them in return. Not all legends live in stories. Some wait beneath your skin.