Behold… traveler

I have journeyed through silence and storm, through dust and dusk, and I bring thee not gold… nor steel… but something far heavier

A scroll

Not inked, not signed, not merely made… but destined

Within its form lies KINGDOMS… WAR… HONOR… PROPHECY… DRAGONS… and the names of things long forgotten by time itself

Some call it a map, others a decree, the foolish call it nothing at all

But I tell thee this

It is older than memory, heavier than crown, sharper than oath

And once it is seen… it is never unseen

So take it, if thou dares, for it chooses its bearer as much as the bearer chooses it

… and may history remember thee kindly