The following days passed in a blur of ancient texts, cryptic riddles, and quiet moments shared with Natee. Tawan spent hours in the study, flipping through page after page of the books Natee had given him. The symbols still felt foreign, but there was something about them that seemed less intimidating now. It was as if they were starting to make sense, little by little, like fragments of a forgotten dream slowly coming back into focus.
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Despite the progress, Tawan still felt a gnawing unease deep within him. There were too many unanswered questions, too many things he didn’t understand. And no matter how much he learned, the feeling of being lost in time, out of place in a world that wasn’t his own, never fully faded.
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Natee had been distant lately, leaving Tawan alone to study the books. The older man would appear from time to time, offering cryptic advice or guiding Tawan to another text. But for the most part, Tawan was left to his own devices.
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It wasn’t that Tawan didn’t appreciate the solitude—it gave him time to think, to process everything—but it also made him feel isolated. He was alone in a world that wasn’t his own, surrounded by people who seemed to know more about him than he did.
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One evening, as Tawan sat by the large window in the study, staring out at the vast garden below, Natee entered the room. There was a quiet urgency in his steps, something that immediately drew Tawan’s attention.
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“Is something wrong?” Tawan asked, setting the book aside.
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Natee didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he walked over to the window, standing next to Tawan, his gaze fixed on the garden outside. The sky was darkening, and the first stars were beginning to twinkle in the evening sky. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words.
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Finally, Natee broke the silence. “There’s something I need to show you.”
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Tawan’s brow furrowed. “What is it?”
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“Come with me,” Natee said, his tone softer than usual. “You need to see this for yourself.”
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Tawan stood up, heart racing. There was something in Natee’s voice that hinted at a revelation, a piece of the puzzle that was about to fall into place. He followed Natee as they walked through the winding halls of the mansion, passing by doors that were locked, rooms that were hidden from his view. The mansion seemed even larger at night, the shadows stretching across the walls like silent witnesses to their every move.
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They eventually reached a door at the end of a long corridor—one that Tawan hadn’t seen before. It was ornate, with intricate carvings etched into the wood, depicting scenes of battles, sacrifices, and celestial events. Natee placed his hand on the door’s handle, glancing back at Tawan.
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“You’re about to learn something that might change everything for you,” Natee said, his voice low. “But once you see it, there’s no turning back.”
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Tawan’s heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what Natee meant, but there was an undeniable sense of dread in his chest. Something told him that this moment was the beginning of something much larger than he could comprehend.
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With a deep breath, Natee pushed the door open. The room beyond was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and incense. Tawan stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the low light. As his gaze swept the room, he noticed a large, circular table at the center, covered with maps, books, and strange artifacts. The walls were lined with shelves filled with jars and vials, each containing substances Tawan couldn’t even begin to identify.
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“This is the heart of the mansion,” Natee said, his voice echoing softly in the room. “This is where everything begins and ends.”
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Tawan looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
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Natee stepped forward, gesturing to the table. “These are the records of our world. The history of everything that has happened here, and everything that will happen. It’s all connected, all part of a larger design.”
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Tawan walked closer, his eyes scanning the maps spread across the table. The maps depicted landscapes he didn’t recognize—lands that seemed to shift and change, places that didn’t exist in his time. Some of the maps were ancient, others more recent, but all of them shared one thing in common: they depicted a world that felt disconnected from the one Tawan knew.
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“What is this?” Tawan asked, reaching out to touch one of the maps.
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Natee’s voice was quieter now, almost reverent. “This is a map of time itself. The way the world shifts, the way events change. These are the records of the timelines that have intersected with ours.”
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Tawan’s fingers hovered over the map, tracing the lines that seemed to pulse with an energy he couldn’t explain. There were markings on the map—symbols and constellations that seemed to come alive as his touch lingered. It was like the map was responding to him, guiding his hand along its surface, pulling him deeper into its mystery.
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“Time is not a straight line,” Natee continued. “It’s a web, a complex network of events, choices, and consequences. Everything is interconnected. And you, Tawan, are at the center of it all.”
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Tawan’s heart began to race. “What do you mean? How am I at the center of this?”
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Natee’s gaze softened as he turned to face Tawan. “You were pulled here for a reason, Tawan. You are connected to something ancient, something that has the power to change the course of history. But you don’t remember yet. You don’t remember who you were—or who you could become.”
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Tawan stepped back, his mind reeling. “I don’t understand. Why me? Why am I the one who’s here?”
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Natee’s eyes darkened. “Because you are the key. You are the one who can unlock what has been sealed for centuries.”
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Before Tawan could respond, Natee turned to one of the shelves and pulled down an old book, its pages yellowed with age. He flipped through the pages quickly, his fingers brushing over the ink as if searching for something.
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“This is where it all began,” Natee said, holding up a page for Tawan to see. The page was filled with strange symbols, but there was one image that stood out—a picture of a man standing in front of a swirling vortex, his eyes glowing with power. The man’s features were vague, blurred by time, but there was something about the image that felt strangely familiar to Tawan.
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“That man,” Natee said, his voice barely a whisper. “That is who you were. Long before you were born into your current life.”
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Tawan’s breath caught in his throat. “What do you mean? I—”
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“You were a part of this world long before you even knew it,” Natee said, cutting him off. “You have lived countless lives, Tawan. And in every one of them, you’ve played a part in the great unfolding of history. Your connection to this world is deeper than you realize.”
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Tawan shook his head, disbelief clouding his thoughts. “I don’t remember any of this. I don’t remember being... whoever that is.”
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Natee placed the book back on the shelf, his expression unreadable. “You will. In time, you will remember. But for now, you must trust that you have a role to play. And that role is more important than you can imagine.”
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Tawan felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He didn’t know what to believe anymore. Everything Natee was saying seemed impossible—yet somehow, it felt true.
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“What happens now?” Tawan asked, his voice quiet.
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“Now,” Natee said, “you begin to accept who you are. You begin to understand your power. And when the time comes, you will be ready.”
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Tawan stared at the swirling vortex on the page, the image haunting him. It felt like a part of him, a part of his soul that had been lost, waiting to be found. He didn’t know what the future held, but one thing was certain: he couldn’t turn away from this destiny, no matter how terrifying it seemed
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