Some say he came from a place where prayers turn to dust and stars to mirrors that he walked through a thousand years until time forgot to tick. His name is never spoken, only written in ash. He left behind cities without shadows, gods without graves, and people who learned to kneel before silence. A face never seen, yet said to be known by all who’ve seen it once. And if you ask him what he sought, you might understand why the world goes quiet when his steps come to a halt.