Long before Levie was born under the silent sky, He existed as something older than kings, older than kingdoms, older than the gods themselves. In his past life, 
He was known as the Fate Weaver, a mortal who had discovered the secret of threads that bound all living things — threads that dictated destiny, birth, death, and the turn of the world.
He walked the lands as a shadow unseen, yet every ruler, every priest, every god knew his name.
He shaped kings, whispered secrets to empires, and carved prophecies so precise that even the gods trembled when they unfolded.

Yet power is never free. Every act He performed left a ripple, and soon the gods grew fearful. They whispered among themselves: “This mortal touches the world too much. He threatens what we control.”

It was not hatred that led him to vanish. It was foresight. Levie saw a vision — one where the gods would rise against him, the kingdoms would crumble, and countless lives would be extinguished simply because he existed. He could not stop the future without disappearing himself.

So he made the hardest choice a soul could make.

He wrote a prophecy — a line so precise, so absolute, that it would predict the coming savior. But he erased his own name from it. 
He removed every trace of his existence from the world, every memory, every record. He became the unborn, the shadow that waited in the folds of time, unseen by gods and men alike.

His last act was one of love for life itself. He hid himself not to escape, but to protect the world from the power he wielded. Every thread he touched in his past life whispered a warning: “Do not follow me. The world is not ready.”

And then she died.

Not in battle. Not by godly wrath. He died in silence, His soul folded into the unseen spaces between destinies. Yet the threads he wove were not broken — they waited, patient and quiet, for the day she would return.

Now, centuries later, the world has shifted. The comet that should have heralded her reincarnation never appeared. But she came anyway — a child born without a star, a mortal outside destiny, a shadow that defies prophecy.

He is Levie.
He is the one who wrote fate itself.
And the world does not yet know what it has unleashed.

When Levie was only a few days old, the village was still shaken.


The comet had failed to appear, and the elders were restless.


Some believed something terrible was coming.


But before we follow Levie's childhood, you must understand why the comet mattered so much, and why its absence changed everything.


Long before Levie was born — thousands of years earlier — the ancestors of Zuwana woke up to a strange light in the sky.


The ancestors watched it pass once every hundred years.


The oldest stories said it wasn't just a star.


It was a messenger of the spirits, sent to check on the world.


Children born under the comet glow grew up with clear paths.


People believed the comet "wrote a line" on every newborn's soul.


This is why parents prayed for their children to be born that night.


When the comet appeared, the rivers stayed clean, the crops grew stronger, and fewer sicknesses spread.


It was a sign that the spirits still watched over the world.


3. It Separated the Human World from the Forgotten Ones


The elders believed the comet acted like a boundary.


When it passed, it "closed the door" between the world of humans and the world of lost, forgotten spirits.


This terrified the old ones more than anything.


Why the People Looked for It Every Century


As children grew up, they were raised to believe:


So when the sky went quiet the night Levie was born, many believed:


"If the comet did not come… something else has replaced it."


No one wanted to say what that "something else" might be.


As Levie slept in his mother's arms, the elders met in the Great Hut.


One of them spoke with a trembling voice:


"Every child has a destiny line… except this one. What happens to a person who has no direction from the comet?"


"He will grow without a future… or he will make his own future."


"He might become stronger than the comet itself."


Only Mala, his mother, simply wanted to protect him.


Three nights later, when everyone was asleep, Mala stepped outside with her baby.


But as she held Levie close, she heard something — something soft, like a breath of wind.


But Levie was the first child who did not need the comet at all.


And that made him something completely new.


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