The sky above the academy was veiled with quiet clouds.

  Voices of trainees echoed across the courtyards.

  But at the edge of a stone corridor, Levan sat alone.

  He stared at his hands—

  Tracing the lines of his palms,

  As if they were whispering something he’d forgotten.

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  Pages 11–20: Memory at the Door

  In a sudden moment of silence, his thoughts drifted—

  To a memory far away…

  An old woman opened the door to a small hut.

  Lying at her doorstep—

  A tiny child, wrapped in faded cloth.

  She lifted him into her arms, stared into his face for a long time, then whispered:

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  > “Who left you here?

  And am I the one who deserves you?”

  She pulled him close, holding him against her chest.

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  Pages 21–30: Echoes of a Mother's Voice

  Mother’s voice (within the memory):

  > “I was alone…

  God never gave me a child.

  My husband died on an expedition,

  and I was no longer called ‘wife’—just a shadow of a woman.”

  > “Then you appeared.

  I never searched for how or why…

  I simply believed you were a gift from the sky.”

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  Pages 31–40: An Old Promise

  Levan (as a child, in the memory):

  > “Do you think I could become strong?”

  Mother:

  > “It’s enough… if you come back to me.

  Even if your hands are empty.”

  Back in the present, Levan whispered to himself:

  > “I’ll come back…

  Even if I haven’t found my name yet.”

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  Pages 41–60: A Quiet Day

  The lessons moved slowly.

  The instructor spoke about “early Will patterns”

  And “the influence of intent on spiritual growth.”

  Levan didn’t take any notes—

  Instead, he stared at the blank paper in front of him…

  And drew.

  Just circles…

  Intersecting,

  Until they resembled something—

  A door.

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  Pages 61–80: A Moment with Romo

  During lunch break, Romo noticed the absent look in his friend’s eyes.

  Romo:

  > “Thinking too much?”

  Levan:

  > “I’m thinking of someone who waited for me…

  Without asking for anything in return.”

  Romo:

  > “Your mother?”

  Levan: (nodding softly)

  > “Yes…

  Even if she didn’t give birth to me.”

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  Pages 81–100: Longing Has No Sound

  At the end of the day, Levan returned to his room.

  He sat on the stone bed,

  Opened an old bag,

  And pulled out a folded piece of fabric.

  Embroidered on it, in gentle thread:

  > “Levan…”

  He laid the cloth against his chest, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

  > “I haven’t forgotten…

  And I won’t be lost.”

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  End of Chapter 7