Beginning

Chapter 19: Beginning

After a day of classes and interactions, Akhinesh found himself in the modern comfort of the new dormitory. The high-tech amenities and soothing decorations created an environment that was conducive to rest and reflection. As night descended, he settled into his bed, his body succumbing to the embrace of sleep.

However, what awaited him within the realm of dreams was unlike anything he had experienced before. In the realm of total darkness, he found himself adrift, unable to discern his surroundings. An eerie sense of ancientness hung in the air, something that was beyond his comprehension. He looked around, but there was nothing he could identify—only a feeling of vague familiarity, as if he were touching the edges of a memory that wasn't his own.

As epochs passed in a seemingly endless expanse, something began to stir within the darkness. A presence emerged, unfathomable and ancient. It was as if the very fabric of time and space was shifting, revealing glimpses of something monumental, yet shrouded in obscurity.

Images and sensations flickered like distant stars in this enigmatic dreamscape. Faces he couldn't recognize, places he couldn't name, and emotions that seemed to belong to a time long past—but the memories were elusive, like whispers just beyond his grasp. It was as if he were witnessing fragments of a history that was not his, yet somehow intimately connected to his being.

The weight of countless eons pressed upon him, as if the echoes of countless lives were converging within this single moment. The dream was a symphony of the unknown, a journey through the depths of time itself.

As the dream ebbed and flowed, the boundaries between past and present blurred. Akhinesh found himself reaching out, trying to piece together the puzzle of these disjointed memories and sensations. Yet, the more he tried to understand, the more elusive they became, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

And then, as the dream neared its end, a sense of revelation seemed to hang in the air. The presence that had emerged within the darkness conveyed a message—cryptic, profound, and laden with a weight he couldn't fully comprehend. It was as if the dream was a doorway to a realm of forgotten truths, a tapestry of memories woven from the fabric of ages long past.

And as Akhinesh began to awaken, the dream's tendrils lingered, leaving behind an impression that would haunt his waking thoughts—a whisper of ancient knowledge, a connection to a past that might hold the key to his destiny within the Royal Academy of Restro.