Vadim PoV
I hummed as I lifted an old piece of pottery up to the candle light. According to Mama, it was a relic from our ancestors, the People of the Sun. If my theory that Mama's ancestors were from the Taeyang is true, this might help lead us back to them. But that was under the assumption it was true.
The intricate patterns on the pottery caught the flickering light, casting shadows that danced on the walls of my workshop. Each swirl and curve of the design seemed to whisper secrets of the past, igniting a spark of curiosity within me. What stories had this piece witnessed? What truths lay hidden in its ancient craftsmanship?
