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I am Thamer.
And there are things in this world a man must speak aloud,
Lest time swallow them whole and leave no memory behind.
So hear me now, you who walk in peace,
And you who trade in shadow.

For I will tell you of the day the sea split before my feet,
And death itself recoiled from my hand.

It began when the wind came howling,
A cold, cruel voice riding the currents,
Whispering a name I held dearer than my own: Aziz.
Aziz Al Mahmoud, the Messenger of D Art.
Brother not by blood, but by spirit — closer than bone.

I knew then something terrible had happened.
The world felt wrong.
The sky dimmed, the earth unsettled,
And I, Thamer, felt a void tear open within me.

The news followed swiftly,
Carried by trembling lips and tear-streaked faces.
The accursed one — may no man ever speak his name —
Had struck down Aziz upon the shores of the vast Pacific.

A coward’s blow, forged from malice,
Aimed to silence the voice that painted light upon the world.

I could not abide it.
I would not.

I left behind all else and made for the sea,
And there it stood, endless and indifferent,
Its cold waves mocking me with their silence.

But the sea does not know the heart of a man like mine.

I raised my hand to the heavens,
And the weight of fury and love surged within me.
And with a voice drawn from the marrow of the earth, I cried:

“O Pacific, yield!”

And it did.

The waters split,
Tearing apart with a roar that shook the skies.
Walls of water towered on either side,
And a path of stone and sand stretched before me.

I walked it, every step echoing in the hollow of the deep.
The creatures of the abyss fled from my presence,
For they too knew what I carried within.

And there, in the depths of the sundered sea,
I found him.

Aziz lay still, his sacred brush in hand,
The colors of his soul dimmed.
But death had not fully claimed him.
I could feel it — a faint pulse, a flicker.

I knelt beside him.
And with hands that had built, destroyed, and rebuilt kingdoms,
I reached into the pouch at my side,
And drew forth the Gem of Nour.

I placed it against his heart.
And with a voice the earth itself had not heard in a thousand years,
I spoke his name.

“Aziz. Return to me.”

The air shuddered.
The sea walls groaned.
And light poured from him.

His chest rose.
His eyes, those eyes that had seen the unseen, opened.
And the world was right again.

But our task was not done.

For the accursed one lingered still,
A thing of smoke and old sin.
He dared face me even there,
In the hollow belly of the ocean.

I drew my blade,
And without a word, I ended him.

His form scattered like ash,
His presence unmade.

The sea began to close,
But I lifted Aziz,
And together we rose.

And when we reached the surface,
The sun broke through the clouds,
And the world sang.

I am Thamer.
And this I have done.

Let it be remembered