Terahandear opowieść huryjska z mesejskiego na albiński przez Galaela von Eichenhearta przełożona, zebrana i przedmową opatrzona

Never have I beheld a single ray of the sun. My entire existence has unfolded within the perpetual twilight of an underground mine, a labyrinth of rock and shadow where the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and unseen minerals. Here, within the confines of my cell, my family lives out their days, their faces etched by the same dim light that has always been my world. The guards, stern and unyielding, ensure that my small frame never passes beyond these bars, deeming me too young, too insignificant to venture forth.

Yet, in the deepest recesses of my being, a vision persists: a world above, bathed in a radiant, golden glow. It is a place of boundless skies and vibrant hues, a realm of beauty I have never witnessed with my own eyes, and whose very existence I sometimes doubt. But the yearning for it is a constant, sharp ache, a silent prayer whispered into the stone walls that hold me captive. This longing fuels my imagination, painting vivid landscapes and distant horizons in my mind, far beyond the reach of my subterranean reality.

Whispers and fragmented tales, passed down through generations, speak of a greater world, a tapestry woven with ancient conflicts and heroic deeds. There is talk of Fenris, a city once proud and magnificent, tragically ensnared in the clutches of Chaos. Five years past, so the legends say, it was liberated from the Raven Army by a force known only as Terahandear. This name, imbued with awe and reverence, resonates in the darkness, a beacon of hope from the distant lands of Bakburt, almost at the very edge of the known world. Perhaps you have not heard of it, for it lies far beyond these confines, yet its echo reaches even here.

My story is one woven from the threads of fear and dreams, a testament to the boundless power of imagination. It delves into the perplexing nature of existence, where the lines between good and evil often blur, where not every villain is truly wicked, nor every hero entirely righteous. It is a narrative populated by formidable dragons, by the complex and often contradictory hearts of humans, and, of course, by us - my own kind, whose fate is inextricably linked to this subterranean prison.

The ultimate question that haunts my waking thoughts and colors my slumber is simple, yet profound: will I ever escape this underground realm? Will I ever break free from these bars, from the constant watch of the guards, to finally witness the fabled world above? This journey, whether it be one of physical liberation or a profound internal awakening, remains my deepest desire, a silent promise I make to the sun I have never seen.