The Journey of the Last Lumen
Once upon a time, in a world shrouded in darkness, there lived a stubborn and determined old man named Moros. The world wasn't always like this. It used to glow with the Gramos, celestial bodies that gave much-needed light. However, the Gramos disappeared mysteriously, leaving the world in an eternal shadow, giving birth to unimaginable fears and miseries. Humans, compelled by necessity, evolved to live in this eternal darkness—their eyes got adapted but not their souls. Among these humans, only Moros held onto the hope of seeing the Gramos again. He was the last Lumen, a clan associated with the divine task of maintaining the balance between light and darkness. The Lumens were gifted with the secret knowledge of the Gramos.
Moros was known as a madman, a fictitious believer for imagining a world with light. Regardless of the public mockery and isolation, he moved ahead with his pursuit. His home was an ancient cave filled with primitive tools, astral maps, and luminary texts—the relics of the Lumen civilization. Every day, Moros strived to decipher these texts, hoping to find clues for the reappearance of the Gramos.
One day, while exploring the ancient maps, a peculiar pattern caught Moros's eye. The pattern, an intricate cycle of the Gramos, indicated a rare celestial alignment that would only happen once in a thousand years. It was the very next day, and according to Lumen lore, it could awaken the Gramos. Sparks of hope ignited in his heart, but there was a problem. The lore also stated that a great burst of life energy was needed to initiate the revival. Thus, began the last part of Moros's journey.
Fulfilled with unshakeable determination, Moros embarked on a quest. He climbed treacherous mountains, traversed deadly forests, survived chilling winds, and negotiated fast-flowing rivers—His frail body protested every step, but his unwavering spirit pushed him forward.
Finally, according to the astral map, he reached the location, an ancient Lumen shrine in the midst of a desolated aether forest. The shrine held an ethereal beauty, magnified by the silence looming over the place. Moros, with trembling hands and teary eyes, performed the ancient Lumen ritual. He chanted the sacred verses, his voice echoing, piercing the quiet of the night, reaching towards the heavens. At the climax of the ritual, Moros transferred his life energy, the very essence of his existence into the shrine.
As he grew weaker, a magical phenomenon began. The shrine started to glow with a soft light, and the previously invisible patterns and glyphs on it became vibrant. The dark sky above them started swirling, creating an interstellar vortex. Moros, with what strength remained, looked towards the sky with hope-filled eyes.
His shriveling body narrated the tale of his destined end, but he smiled, for the sky gradually filled with unfamiliar speckles of light. The Gramos were returning; their luminance piercing the darkness, pushing it to the edges. For the first time, humans saw the light of the Gramos, taking their breath away. The world illuminated in a celestial glow as Moros took his last breath, dying with the bliss of fulfillment.
From that day forward, the world was not shrouded in darkness anymore. The Gramos guided the inhabitants through every thick and thin, filling their hearts with hope. As for Moros, his tale became a legendary folklore. His sacrifice and pursuit enlightened the world, making him eternal in the hearts of the people.
Thus, standing tall and proud on the horizon, the Gramos shine even today, reminding everyone of an old man’s journey, his enduring hope, an unperturbed spirit, and the unforgettable tale of the world's transition from an eternal darkness to a luminary dawn.