After years living in Brussels — now a solid, thriving city full of signs of progress under the silent gaze of LIGA — Kalael received what they called "conscious authorization for observational displacement."
In other words:
he could travel.
He could witness the world.
And record it.
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His first destination was the central region of Gaul, what we now call France.
There, he found nomadic tribes blending ritual with agriculture, and a reverence for the sky that reminded him of the portals he himself had crossed.
Then he headed south, to a small settlement by a river — the early seed of what would one day become Rome.
He saw children carving symbols into stone.
He saw elders speaking of "spirits from the stars."
All without knowing that he — Kalael — was one of them.
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In ancient Antigua, the scenery turned more mysterious.
Ruins that seemed too old for the time.
Symbols that, by coincidence or fate, aligned with LIGA's archives.
There, something caught his attention:
a woman.
She was sitting by the edge of a lake, drawing in the damp soil with her finger.
She sensed his presence before he even approached.
When he looked at her, she smiled as if she already knew him.
— You're late — she said.
Kalael froze.
He felt something stir inside.
Something that didn't come from LIGA.
Something that didn't come from time.
But from the heart.
And there, amidst millennia of silence and observation,
for the very first time…
time stopped.