It was raining hard.The sound of thunder shook the old mountain temple.Inside, a boy named Alokita Chakma was sleeping on the cold floor.
He slowly opened his eyes. His body felt weak. His head hurt.When he looked around, he saw broken walls, dust, and an old statue covered in moss.
He didn't know how long he had been there. The last thing he remembered was his uncle's voice — cold and cruel.After that, nothing but darkness.
Alokita stood up. His legs were shaking.He walked outside the temple door and looked at the dark sky. Lightning flashed again and again.Rain hit his face. The cold wind made him shiver.
He couldn't speak — his voice was gone long ago.He tried to call for help, but only silence came out.No one could hear him.
Thunder roared again, louder than before.He looked up at the sky.For a moment, it felt like the whole mountain was glowing.
Then—a huge flash of lightning struck him.
There was no pain.Only light.
He saw strange pictures in his mind —cities floating in the air, people fighting monsters, blue skies filled with shining portals.
Then everything went black.
When Alokita opened his eyes again,he was no longer in that temple.He was no longer in his world.