As the ethereal light pulsed gently before him, Adam gathered his courage and spoke once more, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside.
"Who… or what are you?" he asked.
The light shimmered, its radiance softening into a warmer, almost maternal glow. A gentle, feminine voice echoed directly within his mind, clear and ancient.
"I am the lingering consciousness of the Goddess who once descended upon this world. When she returned to her realm, she left behind a fragment of herself, a shard of awareness to watch over the balance. You may call me the Echo of the Divine."
Adam's eyes widened. He took a hesitant step closer. "Then… about me. What am I?"
The light seemed to study him for a moment, as if peering straight into his core.
"You are not native to this land, Adam. You are a Visitor, a soul from another world who became lost and drifted into this realm. Your arrival was never meant to happen, yet here you are, bound in flesh."
